Cedar Laurels - The String Cheese Incident

Barefoot in the evening dust

Ask the bronze girl who she trusts

To win the human race for us

And does she cry herself to sleep

Or will she in the morning speak

Of golden dreams and gypsy freaks

Who in Pandora’s canyon roam

A teakwood treasure of her own

To light a stately pleasure dome

Barefoot in the mountain stream

That flows from music Hippocrene

We teach the young girl how to sing

From father’s words and mother’s heart

The sunrise of a newborn bard

The child born into minstrel’s art

To summer’s green and red rock flame

Where rubies on horizon hang

Inspiration is her name!

A coming child of night’s delight

A Cain to Abel’s fury right

Midsummer’s nameless blessed child

A pearl of augury and sage

The arrow fixed upon its aim

The herald words upon the page

The children of this thousandth year

Will glide past shadowed valley fear

And shed they not a single tear

For Avalon approaches here

Avalon the path is clear!

Transposed by: TheDreadfulGreat