Not a soul was stirrin'. Not a bird was singin'. Least not within my hearin'. I was five minutes past carin'. Standing in the road just starin'. Thought I heard somebody pleadin'. Thought I heard someone apologize. Some fell down weepin'. Others shook their fists up at the skies. And those who were left. Seemed to be wearing disguises. Now there's a queen in waitin'. Not enough lovin' and too much hatin'. Was the prince hidden within her man?. Always seems to be hesitatin'. He said "Let her go let her go God bless her. She hasn't been gone long enough for me to miss her. Except every minute of every hour of every day. When I wish I could possess her". 40 days passed by 40 alibis. So carry on that way. And in time you'll pay. But we'll all be together. Come Ascension Day. Not a hound was howlin'. Or whimperin' or prowlin'. Now the wind had departed. Not a leaf was hangin' on the tree. Like when it started. But I know they will return. Like they've never gone away. Come Ascension Day