(Smith)
Oh the story's told been told retold
From the sacred scriptures to the

tabloids
All the fuss and fight none above a
whisper

The soul of gold the belly of a boy

Well they drew him from the forest

Like they draw blood
Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
And he turned his head and let the

arrows fly
Through the trees, the trees
The ornamental leaves


Boy cried wolf
Wolf don't come

Wolf within
Boy cried wolf


In the ancient mold they're dancing
down
Calling to the moon but it don't answer

And they fell on their knees
and passed the bowl around
And the blood the blood the

sacramental blood

Boy cried wolf

Wolf don't come
Wolf within
Boy cried wolf


I am the body I am the stream
I am the wake of everything

They bring me flowers that are myself
Garlands of blood that are myself
Slain the lamb that is himself


Torn reborn the cries of our dismay
Are nothing to the wind but whose to

mind
Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown


Lost received retrieved
The human tide


Innocence had its day
Innocence had its day
Innocence innocence