Joy Electric - Chapter 1: The White Songbook lyrics

From earliest books comes belated ink Of feather green toads paired in potent pink And barley bears from distinguished heirs Make nests for us in bavarian lairs To each comes ends Lone messengers send telegrams to aging lambs While singular troops countenance droops Over infamous hillsides We have come to be known as the deprived A lone boy cries from bleak hillsides A decade made grave by our dim age The tools have been lost for hearing Who will endure for the endearing Snowy slopes loom large upon northern poles Weariness instructs all the hearts of the bold Heads hang low down leaf strewn roads From here, where are we to go........