Pumpkin's Prayer

Intro

Mm

Mm-hmm

Verse 1

Orange body rolling past the fence

Rutted in the mud and the rain

Down the hill where the fence posts end

Where the crooked road splits again

Chorus

Roll pumpkin roll

To the fire on the hill

Roll pumpkin roll

To the tongues that winter still

Roll pumpkin roll

The moon is sharp and still

Post-Chorus

Roll roll roll

(Oh the fire on the hill)

Verse 2

Seeds rattling like a tambourine

My bitter stem points to the dark

I know the place by the smell of smoke

By the crooked hill I was sent

Chorus

Roll pumpkin roll

To the fire on the hill

Roll pumpkin roll

To the tongues that winter still

Roll pumpkin roll

The moon is sharp and still

Breakdown

Round and round the blackened oak

The witches turn my hollow cage

They spin me into a dripping song

A pumpkin prayer with a broken tongue

Chorus

Roll pumpkin roll

To the fire on the hill

Roll pumpkin roll

To the tongues that winter still

Roll pumpkin roll

The moon is sharp and still

Post-Chorus

Roll roll roll

(Oh the fire on the hill)

Roll roll roll

Bridge

The hill is steep and my rind is thin

I hear the fiddle scratch my name

The baritone is a serpent's hymn

Winding through the ash and flame

Verse 3

A cricket keeps my pace for now

My shadow stretched like a crooked bow

The sabbath drum beats underground

I feel it thrum in my hollow round

Chorus

Roll pumpkin roll

To the fire on the hill

Roll pumpkin roll

To the tongues that winter still

Roll pumpkin roll

The moon is sharp and still

Bridge 2

The witches hum in three-part dread

They comb the storm out of my head

They thread a needle through my stem

And sing the names that summon them

Verse 4

Beneath the oak the ground is warm

The roots are veins of a sleeping charm

I feel the pull, I feel the spin

The crooked path is wearing thin

Chorus

Roll pumpkin roll

To the fire on the hill

Roll pumpkin roll

To the tongues that winter still

Roll pumpkin roll

The moon is sharp and still

Post-Chorus

Roll roll roll

(Oh the fire on the hill)

Roll roll roll

Instrumental

Verse 5

My flesh is soft but my will is bone

I was carved for this and this alone

The flame licks up and the smoke curls low

A thousand