Words and Music © 2002 by Karen I. Olsen
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And we'll go no more unwilling, walk no more with downcast eyes;
We can whistle up the winter storms and rain.
Now we're birthing what we will, and snake-dancing by the sea,
And young Deachtaire is roaming on the plains of Meath again.
And young Deachtaire is roaming on the plains of Meath again.
No need to wound your babies in the name of God or man;
Give the wrecking crews three hours to desist.
The permits were erased that kept us off the Harbor Steps,
And we made love with Peace and Justice when they kissed...
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Now the species cast their lots to see which rules the world this week,
While dictators are preserved in glacial ice.
Our grandmas run the governments, and Congress swarms with cats,
And a kid named Faye has won the White House twice...
(Chorus)
Now widows drive the Taliban through Kabul's streets in drag,
And all the courts have nesting seagulls at the helm.
The CEO of Microsoft just laid her seventh egg,
And most of Texas is an oceanic realm...
(Chorus)
How quiet are the suits tonight, how merry is the dance,
Since Holy Wisdom turned her Daddy on his head.
See, she shorted out his hard drive with a holy virus site,
While singing Celtic metal fit to wake the dead...
And we'll go no more unwilling, walk no more with downcast eyes.
We can whistle up the winter storms and rain.
Now we're birthing what we will, and snake-dancing by the sea,
And young Deachtaire is roaming on the plains of Meath again.
And young Deachtaire is roaming on the plains of Meath again.
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