The Queen

Far beyond the edge of evenin'
There's a land between the moon and the sun
Where the blessed Queen of emptiness
Her singing has begun

To soothe the savage warriors
Who feel themselves betrayed
By the caravan of circus clowns
That joined the parade

Her melody falls gently
To where I stand below
God I listen so intently
I want so much to know

The Queens soft velvet laughter
Trips lightly through my mind
Singing once their words had meaning
But now they barely rhyme

So desperately I follow
As she leads me up a hill
Sharply tempting roses
And poison daffodils

Where a thousand velvet voices
Fill the morning air
Where we ran through the meadow
With flowers in her hair

Beyond the edge of evenin'
In the a land between the moon and the sun
The blessed Queen of emptiness
Her singing has begun