You're a holy man and you've ever been
and the heaven blue arrays the valley green
And a golden sun in a day will go
once around the land is all you need to know
And all your geese are in a row
But friend I fear the thing
Is surely coming
I hope you stay
holy
you're a holy man
at the ears of kings
who give audience
to the droll and common things
But friend I fear the thing
Is surely coming
I hope you stay
holy
Be at ease with all
who abide in you
Though a holy man
would be wholly wiser to
Fear them approaching
Whose feet are thundering
And hope to stay
holy