The Book of Too Late Changes - Cotton Mather

Hey, did anybody else see

The cast of fools around me

Who never seem to look us in the eye

But magically appear to bum a ride

And if you care to look

I think I can write you a book

I’ll entitle it my «Book of Too Late Changes»

Hey, does anybody here know

The way you get to Wilco

We’re roughly peers

And yet they seem to thrive

Bite that fruit and only taste the rind

For something brave and sweet

Attend to me, girls, as I read

You a passage from my «Book of Too Late Changes»

Hey, does anybody else here need

The true resurrection of the lost and bittersweet

Our

armourette

upon the field is slain

A pulse returns to spark the mortal flame

Awaken from desire

Rise up and go forth to the fire

Where we offer up a «Book of Too Late Changes»

And we offer up the «Book of Too Late Changes»

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(Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh) Too late changes

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