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Another sunny Christmas and the grass is still green

The naked trees dishevelled, grinning stark and obscene

I lie here in the meadow, I don’t know where I’ve been

The morning mist is asking if I know what you mean

Your portents are seductive, full of wonder and charm

No matter how destructive, not a trace of alarm

I cannot see a warning or the sweat on my palm

In my pathetic fawning as it keeps me from harm

There’s something down there,

Something that frightens me

Don’t take me down there,

There’s something I cannot see

The prophet’s lying,

What shall not be shall be

The colors flying,

Oh God it frightens me

Mother, mother of fortune,

Ward of creation, lady of darkness

Cast your eyes to behold me,

Broken and weary, crushed by your lady

No-one told you, no-one told you

No-one told you to deal against me

No-one told you, no-one asked you

No-one asked you to throw my hopes away

Don’t try to stop me seeing, looking up to the sky

There’s evil in your being, here’s blood in your eye

And will you find a calling, as I wave you good-bye

To stop the snow from falling, never needing to try