When King Laugh Come

Bob Marley: Coming in From the Cold

Silford Walker: Burn Babylon

It is a strange world,
a sad world,
a world full of miseries,
and woes, and troubles.
And yet when King Laugh come,
he make them all
dance to the tune he play.
Bleeding hearts,
and dry bones
of the churchyard,
and tears that burn
as they fall,
all dance together
to the music
that he make with that
smileless mouth of him.
Ah, we men and women
are like ropes drawn tight
with strain that pull us
different ways.
Then tears come,
and like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up,
until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break.
But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again,
and we bear to go on with our labor, what it may be.

--Bram Stoker
Dracula