The Ballad of Aslan - Marcy Playground

High up on a mountain in a mountain tree

A joyful little frog does alchemy

And he makes liquid light and color

When I was on the mountain in the mountain tree

I drank a funky potion that the frog made me

As he was singin' a song about Aslan and he was singin'

Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o

Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o

Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o

Giant birds of ancient, over-head in motion

They called to the mountain wood and troubled the ocean

Then out tumbled the Narnian children

I reeled with the dragons and their funny colored knights

'Til my eyes exploded into diamond lights

Electric lights in sapphire blue and they were singin'

Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o

Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o

Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o

When the moon a lapis blue was up and tipping, dripping light

Upon the spatial spectral electrical warm and windy night

I was leaning on the sycamore dreaming

Abbly, dabbly, skiddaly, be, be, bop, be, diddaly, dee

Now high up on the mountain in my own tree

You’ll find me singin' to «The Ballad Of Aslan» and I’ll be singin'

Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o

Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o

Hey-o, he comes from the eastern sky-o