Thy Kingdom Come

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