Lyrics Child's Christmas in Wales - John Cale

Child's Christmas in Wales

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