T. Rex - 'Pon a Hill lyrics

'Pon a hill a green bird sat Her owlets in a green felt hat Her fortune was a wish. Amba**ador a heron blue Rode on the dawn with kegs of dew He said his tales were true A ragged youth with eyes of gla** Was seen dancing upon the gra** His words were winged and wise His shaven skull he etched with ease The silent scriptures of the trees His prophecies were You.