Grin - Fire on Fire

A grin for a withered time

Merry on, merry on

Oh won’t you please carry on

Someone’s to hang

Someone’s too free

Someone’s to fun

My golden ones have all fallen asleep

We sleep, we rest for when

You are statues, relics of the spring

First have seconds, first have quartered and lined

Someone’s to hang

Someone’s too free

Someone’s to fun

Embers knotted, passions resigned

Canned hidden, set our circular sights

Merry on, merry on

Oh won’t you please carry on

Someone’s to hang

Someone’s too free

Someone’s to fun