Yule Be The Gentry

Bach had the barren in a box
And thought to himself
Now where are those locks?
I haven't got time for boulders and rocks

Yule be the gentry bound inside
He has no place to run and nowhere to hide
No light to lead no war to wage
For he is bound within this cage

Teased by the feather
Crossed by the bows
Lost in the passage
By that which he knows

So he said in a marvellous voice
This is my promise
You're not bound by choice

Marionette not made for a song
To feel this prison whatever is wrong

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