Gentle branches made of gold

A whirl of white, of night entombed

Be not sad in thought

Your thoughts one day will cease

It does not matter how or why

Gentle branches shall enfold thee

Our Father, who art in Heaven

Hollow be thy name

Thy kingdom come, come

Thy wisdom spun in sanity and in derision

Thy kingdom come, come

Thy vision hung in sanity and in derision

Give us this day our failing heads

And deceive us of our free passage

Give us this day our failing heads

And deceive us of our free passage

Our Father who art in heaven

Shallow be thy game

Thy kingdom come, come

Thy wisdom spun in surgery and circumcision

Thy kingdom come, come

Thy vision hung in sanity and in derision

May your circle be unwoven

And the minds of children scorn your plans

Refuse your hand

May your circle be unwoven

And the minds of children scorn your plans

Refuse your hand

May your circle be unwoven

And the minds of children scorn your plans

Refuse your hand

Thy kingdom come, come

Thy wisdom spun, come, come

Thy will be done

Thy kingdom come, come

Thy vision hung, come, come

Thy will be done

Thy kingdom come, come

Thy will be done, come, come

Thy will be done

May your circle be unwoven

By and by Lord

Bye, bye

May your circle be unwoven

By and by Lord

Bye, bye

May your circle be unwoven

By and by Lord

Bye, bye

May your circle be unwoven

By and by Lord

Bye, bye

May your circle be unwoven

And the minds of children scorn your plans

Refuse your hand