It should read like a song
With gold for good fortune
I will pull it along
Lay it in the orchard
It will yell up the tree
To reach the doomed sky
It should try the sea
It’s blue for a lie
White to give death
Yellow in the flower
Green for new breath
And a longing for power
Soon it will be gone
A sad, earthly orphan
It should read like a song
With gold for good fortune