You're a holy man and you've ever been
And the heaven blue arrays the valley green
And a golden sun in a day will go
Once around the land is all you need to know
And all your geese are in a row
But friend I fear the thing
Is surely coming
I hope you stay
Holy
At the ears of kings
Who give audience
To the droll and common things
But friend I fear the thing
Is surely coming
I hope you stay
Holy
Be at ease with all
Who abide in you
Though a holy man
Would be wholly wiser to
Fear them approaching
Whose feet are thundering
And hope to stay
Holy
