Where are the green fields?
Where do we lay?
In glass domes and warm rooms
Where nobody plays
Who do you trust
In a world gone insane?

The light of Aladdin
The seat of Apollo
The hawk in the distance
Too far to be swallowed

Nothing to do, oh ho
Don't believe it
Nothing to do, oh ho
Don't believe it

My love falls before you
Like your dress on the ground
Where boys seek respite
Where girls lay it down
The pride that we ran with
Sleeps silently sound

The light of Aladdin
The seat of Apollo
The hawk in the distance
Too far to be swallowed

The pigeons applauding
At each new disturbance
The holiday singers
Are killed for observance

Nothing to do, oh ho
Don't believe it
Nothing to do, oh ho
Don't believe it

Nothing to do, oh ho
Don't believe it
Nothing to do, oh ho
Don't believe it