[dormouse sighs]

Brighter days, whiter painted graves under Idaho sky
 Set to roadside attraction prayer traveling where the trains will?
 Burning books, to Gainesville
 One turning, looks in semicircles, lies
 A little decency and time to kill?
 Bluebird on a branch, unpromised land
 Dormhouse sighs, the avalanche of sadness of untied strange commands
 As symbols on their hands, now stored on foreheads
 How concerned with unsubstantial terms and turns of circumstance
 ♪
 Before the day is done
 My prince is gonna come
 ♪
 My prince is gonna come
 Before the day is done
 Ye winged seraphs fly, bear the news with loud and joyful cry
 Boys with nothing left to lose?
 Bridal shoes a birthright, child of the Ephraimites!
 Not quite prepared to speak right
 Or sleep well with how well we sleep at night?
 Bluebird outside door mating rights secured
 Lambs with best attempts to keep themselves warm
 A toast to all we're meant for
 Brighter days, whiter painted graves under Idaho sky
 Withhold details of West Virginia highwayside
 Before the day is done
 My prince is gonna come
 ♪
 My prince is gonna come
 Before the day is done
 ♪
 Fire and a flood
 There's power in the blood of every little lamb, wonderworking power
 Fire and a flood
 There's power in the blood of wonderworking power, wonderworking power
 Fire and a flood
 There's power in the blood of every little lamb, wonderworking power
 Fire and a flood
 There's power in the blood of wonderworking power, wonderworking power
 Fire and a flood
 There's power in the blood of every little lamb, wonderworking power
 Fire and a flood
 There's power in the blood of Wonderworking power, wonderworking power