Apologia

G G C Lo, and lo! G There aren’t queens, ho! C There are streets you paint with gold G C And dreams told of pearl C Stung with lanterns bright G With promise since earned by day C Spurned to fright C Tuned to phantoms a-flail and scorched into sky G C Forgive, forgive what’s kind C Make believe, make believe G Poppies make ‘em sleep like a witch dooms mine C G Make believe, make believe midnight’s chime G C ‘Cause they closed the cantina N.C. They closed the cardinal rouge G C They drove ‘ol Angelina N.C. Shuttered her with dread C G Oh, hearth, hearth of a great war C Your first chance fills my hand G Penultimate and vast G G C G Say it so, there aren’t queens, lo! C By what means though shall we reign G C ‘Gainst pitched black and Union Jack C Your gods aren’t coming back N.C. The owl’s in the knave N.C. Ghost-cinders, tinder-safe G C Forgive, forgive what’s asked C Make believe, make believe G Poppies make ‘em sleep like a witch churns ash C Make believe, make believe G My loom and lash C Make believe, make believe G My loom and lash