Once was heard from the orchard a bird
When the world was ravening
We’d stood aghast at our future and our past
Until these words did ring
Gather here to sup on sorrow
And I will carry off your crumbs
Shed your tears all through the morrow
For they will dry as morning comes
And the mad king did throw away his crown
And the dogs did cease to bark
And the soldier did lay his weapon down
Beside our bodies stiff and stark
But may we rise without vainglory
And may we rise all without spleen
And may we rise not sick with worry
As burden flies from the orchard green

INVIA LE CORREZIONI