Snow Borne Sorrow

Strip the branches Unsheathe the hatchets The threads of friendship Are coming off The teeth of lawyers Man the trenches Bands of betrothal Are coming off But if we're good, if we're kind But if we're good, generous and kind We'll inhabit their sunsets Their goddesses and queens We'll try to do the right thing Oh, save them, oh, save them Oh, save them, oh, save them Oh, save them, oh, save them Let the children come to me Let the children come to me It's a harrowing world Of adults and girls Lashing out at the hurt That surrounds them With the knives drawn apart They shatter the heart Of anyone that dares Come between them Let the children come to me Let the children come to me Once a playground of swings Then the malice set in And reduced all The colors to winter So we made it our own This snow borne sorrow And this love That stutters and splinters Let the children come to me Let the children come to me Her apostles have gone They left one by one With no forwarding address To trace them It's a secular world Of adults and girls And we ask Because nothing is certain Let the children come to me When their feet touch the ground Naked unbound I want them to know They can trust me There's so much to be ungrateful for Let the children come to me, oh