Pines Pray Tell
Who hung the moon so low in the sky?
It taps it’s feet round my bedside and
It breaks the locks on all my dreams
Who hung the moon with its twisted beams?
Who pulled the stars down over my eyes?
I lost my way now I’m in disguise and
I asked for truth all I got was lies
Who pulled the stars down over my eyes?
As for the fall of man, where was it that he fell?
Pray tell, pray tell, where was the fall of man
Pray tell
Where is the sweet field of my youth?
I been banished to the bone and tooth and
Lost in the turnstile of greed and fear
Where is the sweet field if not here?
Where are the people who won’t back down?
Who rise up singing over city and town and
Who take the streets just to raise some hell
Where are the people with the rebel yell?
Who opens up the door between heaven and hell?
Pray tell, pray tell, who opens up the door?
Pray tell
