Then Came The Children

Paul Siebel
 Well come gather around me friends of mine,
 While I sing to you about a minstrel band
 Of children in their witches hats,
 Painting pictures with the pipes of pan
 How a young boy and his sister played some tunes
 Upon a whistle made of tin
 And led me through the flower gardens,
 Laughing at the postman's stubby chin
 And in my dizzy stupor,
 I was trying to forfeit all I'd known
 And listen to that music that could swirl me in a magic all it's own
 But somewhere in the distance,
 You and I, we fought our monsters to a draw
 It was in those days of books and wine,
 With Ferlin Getty grasping for a straw
 And out along the highways,
 We journeyed far to find that mystic smile
 Chasing down identities,
 My God we must have run a million miles
 So we can teach the children,
 Nothing, nothing but survival in the desert bare
 They can teach us how to laugh,
 How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair
 So sing for us you children,
 Tinkle bells and rhyme the purple, greens and blues
 Think of us as fighting fools,
 Who wintered through our seasons loving you
 Think of us as fighting fools,
 Who wintered through our seasons loving you
 Cause you can teach us how to laugh,
 How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair