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Doitsu, Duetche Land, Germany
Weimar, Versaille, and Berlin
Understand, Hope, and Misery
All of which he must intend

For John has a song
Titled neither here nor there
But anywhere he pleases
Or anything he dares

For it's a song that is sung
By not choirs, nor the nuns
But by songs I mean the sun
And by sun and mean John's son

But neither sun, song, nor sun
And neither here nor there
Not anywhere!

Again and gone
Must be the song
The song of the morning birds
That is so sweetly dimmed

For the song is it's one
But nor is it independant
It's on that has gone
And one not dependant

No other worlds are there
That hold such a song
That a turtle can sing
And a bear can caw

But understanding is the fall
The fall of the song
John's Long Song's son
Would have to be wrong

John would sing from one night to the next
Without his regret, nor with his contempt
For John would not give up unless the light faded
And if light faded away, so would hope of a bright new day

The dawning of the song
John's Long Song
Has drawn a Son from the Sun

And the final words he sings
Will be the worlds last
For the darkness witheld
Will come forth in a blast