I wish you a small house by the river Close to the open sea Dreamboats at the shore deliver Tomorrow's troops to march with thee And all the world would share your values No crusades necessary And though your army cheered at you You'd release them to walk free But look what you have become An open tuning without song A corpse without a casket The spoiled apple in the basket Look what you have become By decision disadvantaged With habits hard to manage An open book in a dead language I wish you disciples smart and strong Who never cut you loose I want your mornings full of light Your lovers to be true I want your evenings to be sweet Someone within the reach of your arms The animals are all asleep The light dissolves and it is warm But look what you have become A rice corn without a chessboard A great mind in a horde That does not wish to be taught But look what you have become Your habits hard to manage Neither sculpture nor a**emblage An open book in a dead language