Lyrics The Cremation of Care - Eratic

The owl is in his sleepy temple
All within the grove be reverent before him
Bohemians! the desperate call of heavy hearts is answered
By the power of your fellowship, dull Care is flamed

Fools
When will you learn that me, he cannot slay
Year after year they burn me in this grove
Fools! Fools dream to conquer care

In this happy grove thy malevolence that pursue us here has lost its power
So shall we burn Care once again this night?
Bohemians! bring fire!

Once again, midsummer sets us free!