Apple Carts

Pour the apple carts up from silvery hill Higher into heaven revealed On the adult dome respond To great authority singing alleluia alleluia Love does reign In the kingdom of the broken heart The black bird sings And the moon it laughs As war begins Dawns Now burn the apple carts they were meant to look great Fire begins to glow in the sky There beneath the stones recharge From great austerity raining down from above Distant is love Our disdain In the kingdom of The broken heart The black bird sings And the sun it laughs As war begins Dawns Pull the apple carts high up on the hill Set the cores alight The sea of glass is real Cast the barley out into prevailing winds Where it lands and grows The blackbird will sing