Your mother and father walked out of the city
Bound together as they were bound to be
To pull the fortune from the river
Drank the syrup from the tree
Kith and kin
When the ice gets thin
A forage and we'll fend
As you deliver
We'll begin to deliver them
Your father on the radio
Your mother on the hill
Put these words together
With their bodies and their will
Kith and kin
When the ice gets thin
A forage and we'll fend
As you deliver
As you deliver
We'll begin to deliver them
Show your faces, hear the sound
There's a new king coming round
A forage and we'll fend
You came to this world naked
To be set inside the hang
There will nerves and decorations
We pray you and learn you how to stand
In your mother's leather jacket
In your father's cotton shirt
Go up good into the light
Go down deep into the dirt
Give and keep when the odds get easier
For a general thing
As you deliver
We'll begin to deliver them
Joy their faces, hear the sound
There's a new king coming round
Your mother and father
Walked out of the city
Bound together
As they were bound to be
To build a better world
For a new beginning
Of driftwood and fallen leaves