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