G
 The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn
                                                              Em
Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn is a beast of borrowed wisdom
Am
Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field, the prophet deems snow


[Verse 2]
G
 The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn
                                                               Em
The lion, the unicorn it's horn in the lap of Beth laments the dawn
Am
Beguiled, the scribish jacket-man his cap a skull-of-rat is but a pawn


[Verse 3]
G
  Oh sky, your eyes embrace is to vicious for my wheat
                                                                  Em
The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet, the bullfinch rumbles
Am
The lavish lion aslanically scythes the hay, the unicorn bids you stay


[Outro]
G
Whistling part
            Em     G
Lie die die die die