I looked out across the river today
And an old church tower where the seagulls play
Saw the sad shire horses walking home
October geese on a cold winter's night
Two priests came 'round our house tonight
To offer prayers for the dying, to serve the final rites
One to learn, one to teach
Which way the cold wind blows
In priestly black like a murder of crows
I'd take a boat from the river
For they shall inherit the earth
Than be a fat man in the eye of a needle
As these words were spoken, I swear
I hear the old man laughing
What good is a used up world
And how could it be worth having?
Endlessly like a silent tear
Then how come He never lives here?
Teachers told us the Romans built this place
They built a wall and a temple
And an edge of the empire garrison town
They prayed to their gods
But the stone gods did not make a sound
And their empire crumbled till all that was left
Were the stones the workmen found
I'd take a boat from the river
Men go crazy in congregations
They only get better one by one (all this time)
I looked out across the river today
And an old church tower where the seagulls play
Saw the sad shire horses walking home
October geese on a cold winter's night