The Ballad Of Mushroom Down Lyrics - Singles - Emilie Autumn

There was a land I once heard tell 

'Twas christened Mushroom Down 

The folk who lived there loved it well 

And never left their town 

They stayed there from the hour of birth 

Until the day they died 

They never cared for any earth 

Except their Mushroom pride 

They made their homes beneath the caps 

Of fungi wide and tall 

And when time came for tea perhaps 

A neighbor came to call 

And while they sat in shade serene 

And offered cream and cakes 

They talked of things they'd never seen 

Beyond the Mushroom lakes 

They did not wish to journey there 

They were contented so 

But past the mossy banks somewhere 

Lie what they did not know 

More curious they grew by day 

And still more so by night 

They wondered if there were a way 

To take a Mushroom flight 

Tormented by this new desire 

More restless they became 

And many began to conspire 

On blueprints for a frame 

A brilliant flying vehicle 

Of mushroom caps and string 

One gent proved astronautical 

And built the very thing 

And so the day arrived at last 

On which the plane should board 

The celebration went far past 

What they could best afford 

But they were folks of merry ways 

And when the kegs were drained 

In unison arose their gaze 

And on the stroke --- it rained 

Now in the history of the town 

No soul had ever seen 

A flood the likes of which poured down 

Upon the Mushroom Green 

A gathering was held betwixt 

The elders late that night 

And even their votes were unmixed: 

"We must postpone the flight!" 

The disappointment through the land 

Was more than some could bear 

For their own world, once thought so grand, 

They did no longer care 

To say the least it was a shame 

To see the people act 

As though they'd lost their hope, their flame 

When their poor plans were sacked 

But still the rain continued on 

For more than fifty days 

Their mushroom store was almost gone 

They dreamt of sunshine rays 

And that's when they began to cease 

Their thoughts of other towns 

If only this storm would decrease 

Theyd cherish Mushroom Downs 

That night was spent in blackness deep 

No star was seen to shine 

But when the morning broke their sleep 

They saw a sight divine 

The rain was nowhere to be found 

The sky was fresh and clear 

Hurrahs of joy for miles around 

Were all that one could hear 

And what is more, the earth had sprung 

New mushrooms overnight 

And many hymns of praise were sung 

And no one spoke of flight 

And so at last the ballad ends 

With happiness sublime 

And so the story goes, my friends 

That is, until next time.