Sung the Hands, Sung the Hands

The host built the witch himself out of a couple of brooms tied crosswise. He had doused the bonfire liberally with petrol that afternoon but before the burning he thought it could do with one more drop. The sun is sinking storically now towards the Norway boat. There are columns of smoke above the whole country as though the Danes were busy sending signals from hilltops, sport fields and allotments. And if anyone aboard a ship in the Strait of Skeyarak between Denmark and Norway leans over the gun whale and listens hard, they'll hear folks singing. Yes, in this country we sing in the dusk about peace, sang the hands, sang thehands.