| "Q.E. I" | |
| There you are, your bed is made for you Now tell me all the things that you would like to do Times are different than before There's a new world in store Now your crossed eyes and your dotted t's, And the pipe and the bowl and the fiddlers three, If all is true and grace is right We'll burn down the house tonight There you are, let us give thanks for you And when you have the words, then you may thank us too And we'll one day rise by your hand When you are queen of all this land Now your crossed eyes and your dotted t's, And the pipe and the bowl and the fiddlers three If grace is right and all is true These cannons fire for you It's six pence a song and pockets full of rye And four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie If all is true and what a sight When we burn down the house tonight Burn it down, we're burning down the house. No, literally, we're burning down the house. Burn it down. There you are, this morning waits for you Out of the ash you rise, we have a lot to do Times are different, doors open wide, Come see the new world outside. | |