Holly

You held your place 'neath Saturn's sun Mantled in the winter's hold Where all that's perished lies in wait For the red bough turned to gold The dark will steal all that you know Be patient, dear it's slow Most loving is mere folly, I guess Shakespeare said it right Underneath the holly, you wage war against the night Overtime you'll realize the forest's laced with light The only thing most jolly is the hope you hold inside You keep the thrush 'live with your seed That the people steal in greed Setting traps up in their wake Death is all they ever make You will fly one day I know Life is how it goes Most loving is mere folly, I guess Shakespeare said it right Underneath the holly, you wage war against the night Overtime you'll realize the forest's laced with light The only thing most jolly is the hope you hold inside Most loving is mere folly, I guess Shakespeare said it right Underneath the holly, you wage war against the night Overtime you'll realize the forest's laced with light The only thing most jolly is the hope you hold inside Wordsworth planted seeds at dusk 'Fore his life sank past the hills If you look out far enough You can see them ever still