Branches - Jeroboam lyrics

Jeroboam dreamed a golden dream Of golden lands and golden things And ivory-colored feathered wings Voices in the honey breeze Pushing on the honeybees And shaping beds from fallen leaves The Writer showed him all of these And filled his nose with pretty things And let him taste of Eden's trees But in the Light came a warring sound Of greedy blood on Hallowed Ground Jeroboam and his heavy eyes made a civil war inside His tongue stuck stiff behind his teeth His voice got tangled in his grief And Jeroboam made a thief, Jeroboam made a thief So the Writer penned him a different tale Where proud get caught in homemade sails And crave the j**els on the wedding veil Jeroboam cried for more Clutching at the temple torn The Writer filled his hands with sores So arm yourselves with empty hands When looking at the Promised Land And find yourself a wealthy man