Then Came The Children

Come gather around me friends

I'll tell you about a minstrel band

Of children in their witches hats

Painting pictures with pipes of pan



A young boy and his sister

Played upon a whistle made of tin

And led me through the open fields

[Incomprehensible]



In my dizzy stupor, I was

Trying to forfeit all that I'd known

Listen to that French Horn music

Swirl it's magic, all it's own



Out along the highways

Journeyed far for that mystic smile

Chasing down identities

My God, we must have run a million miles



Still we teach the children nothing

Nothing but survival in this desert bare

They can teach us how to laugh

How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair



So play for us, you children

Ring the bells and rhyme, the purples and blues

Think of us as fighting fools

Who somehow stumbled through this life loving you



Let's sing children, sing

Rhyme all the purples, greens and blues

Oh, I'll think back over

How we weathered through the seasons loving you



[Incomprehensible] child , got his home

He's got a home