Elia Rising
A god descended one day into the halls of Hay
What rank it came from I do not know it was made of tears and clay
It went about quite naked aroused and slightly dazed
The ears were large and shiny the eyes a dreaming haze
In the houses of morning I rise with the sun
I´m wearing a crown for the glittery one
I´m going to live where the wild flowers weep
I´ll marry the boy where the old willows sleep
What called you here cried one child we need nothing from you
The emperors new clothes in disguise filthy, pale and blue
In the houses of morning I rise with the sun
I´m wearing a crown for the glittery one
I´m going to live where the wild flowers weep
I´ll marry the boy where the old willows sleep