Prince’s shadow, lost and lean
Last in some hazy forest seen
Devils chased him through the fog
Snorting grey and reddish smog
Where are you?
Then the prince stumbled from his dream
To a too quiet place with strangled screams
Slumped awake, stranded in between
The city and the forest green
Where are you?
The King took the Prince to himself
Breathed onto him the warmth of health
Oh, clean the cobwebs off the shelf (line by Jon Davis)
He’s comin’ home, He’s comin’ home (line by Jon Davis)
And all the demons, having quelled
He mounted his horse, the trumpets swelled
Ring the healing Sunday bells
He’s comin’ home
He’s comin home, he’s comin’ home
Prepare the feast prepare his robes
He’s comin’ home, he’s comin’ home
