Land of the Once Scorned

Past the Darling plateau, down yonder Through the docile jarrah trees Where the wildest flowers wander To and fro adorns the breeze And the quietest fields of daisies mourn The bodies of those once scorned Safe away on endless tether Awaits the region of the nether Out there they’ll take you by the hand Led through fields of peaceful land You for they and they for you So come along, your time is through Over any township shire Away, away all you once scorned Hear the distant beckoning lyre Away, away awaits the dawn No more hands to lead astray No more eyes to judge away No more petty, petty scorn No more single-visioned minds Come along, away, where acres Judge thou not, and undertakers Lead you and return in kind Out there they’ll take you by the hand Led through fields of peaceful land You for they and they for you So come along, your time is through Way out past your lowest dreary Lower than you’ve been before Blissful drifting solemn weary Resting there forever more Ask not they pity, ask not they mourn Ask not remembrance of those once scorned Safe away on endless tether Awaits the region of the nether In your body, in your mind Within those fields and in those behind Out there they’ll take you by the hand Led through fields of peaceful land You for they and they for you So come along, your time is through Past the Darling plateau, down yonder Through the docile jarrah trees Sprawls the land of those once scorned Where the wildest flowers never squander Never judge to be appeased And the quietest fields of daisies mourn The bodies of those once scorned Out there they’ll take you by the hand Led through fields of peaceful land You for they and they for you So come along, your time is through