A Child's Christmas in Wales - John Cale

With mistletoe and candle green

To Halloween we go

Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship

Lend comedy to shame

The cattle graze bolt uprightly

Seducing down the door

To saddle swords and meeting place

We have no place to go

Then wearily the footsteps worked

The hallelujah crowds

Too late but wait, the long legged bait

Tripped uselessly around

Sebastopol Adrianapolis

The prayers of all combined

Take down the flags of ownership

The walls are falling down

A belt to hold

Columbus too, perimeters of nails

Perceived the mamma’s golden touch

Good neighbors were we all