Gentle branches made of gold, a whirl of white, of night entombed be not sad in thought, your thoughts one day will cease it does not matter how or why gentle branches shall enfold thee Our Father, who art in Heaven hollow be thy name thy kingdom come, come, thy wisdom spun in sanity and in derision thy kingdom come, come, thy vision hung in sanity and in derision Give us this day our failing heads and deceive us of our free passage Give us this day our failing heads and deceive us of our free passage Our Father who art in heaven shallow be thy game thy kingdom come, come, thy wisdom spun in surgery and circumcision thy kingdom come, come, thy vision hung in sanity and in derision May your circle be unwoven and the minds of children scorn your plans, refuse your hand May your circle be unwoven and the minds of children scorn your plans, refuse your hand May your circle be unwoven and the minds of children scorn your plans, refuse your hand Thy kingdom come, come, thy wisdom spun, come, come thy will be done Thy kingdom come, come, thy vision hung, come, come thy will be done Thy kingdom come, come, thy will be done, come, come thy will be done May your circle be unwoven by and by Lord bye, bye May your circle be unwoven by and by Lord bye, bye May your circle be unwoven by and by Lord bye, bye May your circle be unwoven by and by Lord bye, bye May your circle be unwoven and the minds of children scorn your plans, refuse your hand