Ween - The Stallion, Pt. 4 lyrics

Look there up above the hill, over the mountain With light from its holy lips, and blood from the stallion We talk of ancient scripts, its soul from the master Sent to do no harm, brought forth - from disaster I raised my hand up high, and Boognish was looking onward Said thy work shall now be done, could we then move forward Gazing at its spongy eye, I gasped in all its glory It's fun was made by putting forth The end of the story Look there up above the hill, over the mountain With light from its holy lips, and blood from the stallion Sent by ancient scripts, its soul from the master Sent to do no harm, brought forth - from disaster I raised my hand up high, and Boognish was looking onward Said thy work shall now be done, could we then move forward Gazing at its spongy eye, I gasped in all its glory It's fun was made by putting forth The end of the story