Henryville

As strange as it seems, nobody from Greene had ever once seen Henryville As close as it was, you'd've thought they'd've would, but they hadn't and that's how it was still And since general consensus was Greene was like heaven and heaven was almost like Greene Why people went missing was less of a mystery than why they'd ever decided to leave The stage thusly set, our hero enters lеft, Bill Nettle's kid lonely and mеan A long way from town, drunk way out of tune, upsetted, bull-headed, obscene He was seen from the summit of Big Picnic Hill and all Henryville church bells went wild And the whole pretty town went to throw roses down at the feet of Bill Nettle's child He was kicking a rock and singing a song of his own composition when he Saw a blizzard of petals and looked up unsettled at what he proceeded to see Maybe five hundred people, their joy unconcealed, their arms full of roses in bloom And all of them smiling in welcome at him with faces as pale as moon Bill Nettle had never thought much of his son, and none of the people from Greene Had thought it that proper to do more than the father so the boy grew up lonely and mean But as sixteen white horses drew a carriage of golden and a whole pretty brass band behind The boy who folks thought would never add up to nothing like Apollo the Sun King did ride Oh, Henryville, Henryville, how to describe what to others must feel like a dream Such pretty white houses and pretty white buildings and pretty white marble-lined streets And wrapped all around it, in knots and in tangles, the prettiest roses entwined And all of them open and screaming in crimson at Bill Nettle's son as he rode by When they got to the top of Big Picnic Hill, the whole parade came to a halt And the girl that the women had chosen to be the Queen of the Harvest was called The mayor gave a speech that went on way too long and then all pretty Henryville watched As the Queen of the Harvest set to beating the brains out of Bill Nettle's boy with a rock A lot of stuff happened in the hours that followed that don't need repeating, so just Imagine whatever you'd like to imagine when you like to imagine that stuff But with all of the singing and praying and dancing, well, nobody noticed the Queen Of the Harvest in all her ferocious attire with a rock in her hand turn towards Greene Of the Harvest in all her ferocious attire with a rock in her hand turn towards Greene