Sung to The Battle Hymn Of The Republic by Julia Ward Howe
Mine eye’s have seen the danger that the crystal ranges have in store.
They fight you at every corner keep you coming back for more.
Broken bones, cuts and gashes very soon you will be floored.
Crystal song keeps singing on.
Glory, glory black crystal.
Glory, glory black crystal.
Glory, Glory black crystal.
The credits keep piling on.
I slave and work all day waiting for the market to soar.
Blue, yellow, green, no black I have to look for more.
The weather is unstable, look now it’s beginning to pour.
Crystal song keeps singing on.
I’ve seen the flash from high above while circling in my sled.
I lose myself in daydreams and I clearly lose my head.
I work for days and weeks completely forgetting to goto bed.
Crystal song keeps singing on.
The claims they are a plenty, and a wondrous site to see.
Make sure your not a jumper or soon you’ll have need to flee.
Once you find the vein you can dance about with glee.
Crystal song keeps singing on.
Early in morning the sun strokes the crystal’s song.
Take that special someone with you the loving will be long.
Enjoy your time together and know this can’t be wrong.
Morning song keeps singing on.
The tubs they are a calling to me my oh my.
The medic’s they are pointing to the tubs by and by.
We run when we can to our sleds we escape to fly.
My resonance is buzzing on.
Author: Allashandra