The tide was laughing, our shade was sung
Drummed past a solstice where fairies hum
Slaved for these masters to evening's rung

Won't you christen me?
Come on now, christen me
To the foundings of the valley deep
Won't you christen me
And stake your heart on mine
To places, other times
It's a long way, it's a long way to get back home

On trails of Eden, sad trumpets blare
This yearling's burden, a priestly air
Paid for his masters as autumn's heir
Won't you carry me?
Come on now, carry me
To the foundings of the deepest deep
Won't you carry me
And place your heart on mine
For places, other times
It's a long way, it's a long way to get back home

Decree Osiris to a fleeing thoth
I oaked more knowledge than you might have caught

Paid for this master, who is the dawn
Won't you bury me
Come on now, bury me
And stake your heart on mine
To places, other times
It's a long way, it's a long way to get back home

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): William Patrick Corgan