All the king's horns
Sufjan Stevens
One mother rises
Pulling the sheets from the crib
All the disguises
Wandering stars, what she did
All the king's horns, all the king's horns
Saddled and worn
Raise the dead
Holy and infant
He came to raise up the dead
Wandering wisemen
What did you bring to his bed?
Shapeless surprises
Incense to bring to the dead
Nothing is wrong, it's what she did
All the kings horn's and king's men
Nothing is wrong, it's what she did
All the king's horns and king's men
Nothing is wrong, it's what she did
All the king's horns raise the dead
Nothing is wrong, it's what she did
All the king's horns