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