Lyrics
Monkey hair has turned to fair
And skirts the brow of passion's furrow
There she cries, "Let no man's lies
Move through my womb and add to my sorrow!"
God of plunder, God of ill
Sent my love to a distant hill
All to raise his drooping shares
Encasing my heart in monkey hairs
Times o'er my mind takes flight
Cloudy by day and fiery by night
Master of heartbreak, the sting in your tail
Is over and wasted, it's fruitless and frail
Flags are waving, banners fly
Truth is marching, here am I
Wounded and lonely, but stronger and clear
No coward to flesh, no traitor to fear this
Monkey hair that turned to fair
And skirts the brow of passion's furrow
There she cries, "Let no man's lies
Move through my womb and add to my sorrow!"
God of plunder, God of ill
Sent my love to a distant hill
All to raise his drooping shares
Encasing my heart in monkey hairs