The warming moon came not a day too soon The warming moon cast a pale strawberry glow Open the shades open the wine and call the outsiders A sight for sore eyes The old woman is young again The ground has softened The morning is bright The larks have returned The devil's gone blind We will sink into a sea of pink and ultramarine The water is clean So easy it seems to begin The warming moon came not a day too soon The wolves have moved deep into the wood The day is good In the capitol cities and the wide open range The altar is built on the backs With a heavy axe And scholar's stacks On railroad tracks By candle wax Spilled on the back of an envelope Containing a simple note Insulating a great unknown