Child's Christmas in Wales - John Cale

With mistletoe and candle green

To halloween we go Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship

Lends comedy to shame

The cattle graze bold uprightly

Seducing down the door

To saddle swords and meeting place

We have no place to go Then wearily the footsteps worked

The hallelujah crowds

Tripped uselessly around

Sebastopol adrianapolis

The prayers of all combined

Take down the flags of ownership

The walls are falling down

A belt to hold

Columbus too, perimeters of nails

Perceived the mamma’s golden touch

Good neighbours were we all