Processional - William Patrick Corgan

The tide was laughing, our shade was sung

Drummed past a solstice where faeries hum

Slaved for these masters to evening’s rung

Won’t you christen me?

Come on now, christen me

To the foundings of the valley deep

Won’t you christen me

And stake your heart on mine

To places, other times

It’s a long way, it’s a long way to get back home

On trails of Eden, said trumpets blare

This yearling’s burden, a priestly air

Paid for his masters as autumn’s hare

Won’t you carry me?

Come on now, carry me

To the foundings of the deepest deep

Won’t you carry me

And place your heart on mine

For places, other times

It’s a long way, it’s a long way to get back home

Decree Osiris to a fleeing Thoth

I oaked more knowledge than you might have caught

Paid for this master, who is the dawn

Won’t you bury me

Come on now, bury me

And stake your heart on mine

To places, other times

It’s a long way, it’s a long way to get back home