Easter Valley

In Easter Valley The roaming skeletons staggered over bones bones bones so thick and dense the air. Sadness had made his frown The Artist in his gown Held high his palette And painted sadness. In that dark valley still Flowers and plants and Trees Grew crooked and bent And withered. That was a sad site, my Monsignor! That was for sad souls, sad Inner Souls, as you my Monsignor And me! For that Was Easter Valley And In Easter Valley The roaming skeletons staggered over bones bones bones so thick and dense the air.