The Feast of St. John

See the low fires burning at the Feast of St John See the heroes returning, all but one And I'll be with you brother if good fortune allows 'Cause all that was east is west of me now And oh don't go down when you're lit on by sorrow Oh don't take that shit on Oh, oh like birds of bad weather Oh, oh here they come Oh, oh may they all fall together Oh monsters begone Hope we won't have to wait 'round forever See a man of good standing Pushed to the ground And his lover attending and her arms all around And her anger, and her ire, and her blood raging full Muster, muster to the depths of your soul And oh don't go drowning when they drag you down in the hollow Oh don't take their shit on And oh, oh let them circle, let them hover Oh, oh here they come And oh, oh they all deserve one another Oh monsters begone I was all boogie boogie till you came along Oh, oh like birds of bad weather Oh, oh here they come Oh, oh may they all fall together Oh monsters begone We should have seen it coming See the low fires burning at the Feast of St John See the heroes returning, all but one