"Brown, brown, brown, brown, gold --" (Locusts singing, Singing death) "Brown, brown, brown, gold --" (Shuttles flying) "Brown, brown, brown, gold --" (Spinning the thread Of eternal dying) "Brown, brown, brown, brown, gold --" (Locusts singing, Singing death.) Some of them are angels singing in the grass, Weaving in chorus a carpet for their God, Weaving a pathway for their God to pass, Whistling for courage, jealous of the sod That has God's silence and keeps God God. Some of them are angels singing in the grass, Weaving in chorus a carpet for their God, Weaving a pathway for their God to pass, Weaving in gold for Him who trod Past the frost-silence, a meek, near God. "Brown, brown, brown, brown, gold --" (Locusts singing, Singing death) "Brown, brown, brown, gold --" (Shuttles flying) "Brown, brown, brown, gold --" (Spinning the thread Of eternal dying) "Brown, brown, brown, brown, gold --" (Locusts singing, Singing death.) |