Then Came the Children

Come gather 'round me, friends

I'll tell to you about a minstrel band

Of children in their witches' hats

Painting pictures with pipes of Pan

The young boy and his sister

Played upon a whistle made of tin

Then led me through the open fields

We danced and swirled like we're on the wind

In my dizzy stupor, I was trying

To forfeit that all I'd known

Listen to that French horn music

Swirled its magic all its own

Out along the highway

We 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

Oh, 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 go one more time

Let's sing, children, sing

Rhyme all the purples, pinks and blues

Oh, I'll think back over

How we weathered through the seasons loving you