[00:00.353]Allelu, allelu:
[00:10.723]I have died happy
[00:13.962]And lived to tell the tale to you
[00:22.374]I have slept for forty years
[00:25.717]And woke to find me gone
[00:33.868]I woke safe and warm in your arms
[00:39.850]In your arms, your arms
[00:48.888]In your arms
[00:54.766]Not informed of the natural law
[01:04.379]Squatting, lordly, on a stool, in a stall
[01:10.465]We spun gold clear out of straw
[01:15.507]And, when our bales of bullion
[01:20.104]Were stored
[01:21.332]You burned me like a barn
[01:26.687]I burned safe and warm in your arms
[01:32.251]In your arms, your arms
[01:42.596]I'm afraid of the Big Return
[01:49.048]There's a certain conversation lost
[01:53.306]And that loss incurred
[01:58.870]With nobody remaining
[02:00.699]To register who had passed this way
[02:08.196]In the night
[02:09.815]In the middle of the night
[02:12.428](negating their grace and their sight)
[02:19.820]Till only I remember, or mark
[02:23.060]How we had our talk:
[02:28.911]We took our ride
[02:34.031]So that there was no-one home
[02:37.348]And the lights of Rome
[02:40.248]Flickered and died
[02:45.185]And, what's more
[02:46.308]I believe that you knew it, too;
[02:51.089]I think you saw their flares
[02:56.000]And kept me safely unawares
[03:02.713]In your arms
[03:07.833]Your arms, in your arms
[03:16.114]The grass was tall, and strung with burrs
[03:26.511]I essayed that high sashay which
[03:29.515]In my mind, was my way;
[03:32.049]You hung behind, in yours
[03:37.247]Anyhow, she did not neigh
[03:40.304]I do not know
[03:42.968]What drew our eyes to hers;
[03:48.428]That little black mare did not stir
[03:53.992]Till I lay down in your arms
[04:03.291]Poor old dirty little dog-size horse!
[04:10.031]Swaying and wheezing
[04:14.994]As a matter of course;
[04:19.722]Swaying and wheezing
[04:23.275]As a matter of pride
[04:27.220]That poor old nag, not four palms wide
[04:33.280]Had waited a long time
[04:40.307]Coated in salt
[04:43.259]Buckled like a ship run foul of the fence
[04:50.860]And in the middle of the night
[04:53.473]She'd sprung up
[04:55.980]No provenance
[05:00.970]Bearing the whites of her eyes
[05:05.620]And you, with your
[05:08.519]'arrangement' with Fate
[05:10.740]Nodded sadly at her lame assault
[05:15.807]On that steady old gate
[05:20.692]Her faultlessly etiolated fishbelly-face;
[05:30.331]The muzzle of a ghost
[05:35.007]And, pretty Johnny Appleseed
[05:38.429]Via satellite feed
[05:40.545]Tell us, who was it
[05:42.792]That you then loved the most?
[05:45.691]Pretty Johnny Appleseed
[05:48.852]Leave a trail that leads
[05:51.752]Straight back down to the farm
[05:56.480]Lay me down
[05:57.551]Safe and warm in your arms
[06:01.966]In your arms
[06:13.825]

Allelu, allelu:
I have died happy
And lived to tell the tale to you
I have slept for forty years
And woke to find me gone
I woke safe and warm in your arms
In your arms, your arms
In your arms
Not informed of the natural law
Squatting, lordly, on a stool, in a stall
We spun gold clear out of straw
And, when our bales of bullion
Were stored
You burned me like a barn
I burned safe and warm in your arms
In your arms, your arms
I'm afraid of the Big Return
There's a certain conversation lost
And that loss incurred
With nobody remaining
To register who had passed this way
In the night
In the middle of the night
(negating their grace and their sight)
Till only I remember, or mark
How we had our talk:
We took our ride
So that there was no-one home
And the lights of Rome
Flickered and died
And, what's more
I believe that you knew it, too;
I think you saw their flares
And kept me safely unawares
In your arms
Your arms, in your arms
The grass was tall, and strung with burrs
I essayed that high sashay which
In my mind, was my way;
You hung behind, in yours
Anyhow, she did not neigh
I do not know
What drew our eyes to hers;
That little black mare did not stir
Till I lay down in your arms
Poor old dirty little dog-size horse!
Swaying and wheezing
As a matter of course;
Swaying and wheezing
As a matter of pride
That poor old nag, not four palms wide
Had waited a long time
Coated in salt
Buckled like a ship run foul of the fence
And in the middle of the night
She'd sprung up
No provenance
Bearing the whites of her eyes
And you, with your
'arrangement' with Fate
Nodded sadly at her lame assault
On that steady old gate
Her faultlessly etiolated fishbelly-face;
The muzzle of a ghost
And, pretty Johnny Appleseed
Via satellite feed
Tell us, who was it
That you then loved the most?
Pretty Johnny Appleseed
Leave a trail that leads
Straight back down to the farm
Lay me down
Safe and warm in your arms
In your arms