God Bless Hazel

She took this spark
Wrapped it in blankets
She sent it down the river
Delivered more or less
And she burned the circus down
God bless Hazel and all who fail her
One million bells ring for them now
From the arbour to the armoury
When I was twelve, I nearly drowned
But she gave me air
Then we burned the circus down
God bless Hazel and all who fail her
One million bells ring for them now
When her children were born, she was forced into poverty
When they took to the stage, she became nothing more than scenery
She sang a battered ballad to comfort them
She sang a battered ballad into Bethlehem
The stars became an orchestra for her
When they laid her down
Kites flew above her
And I stood by the granary
And remembered what she said,
«Until you die, there will be sound»
Burn the circus down
God bless Hazel and all who fail her
One million bells ring for her now