I’ve seen the gather. I’ve seen the stone. I’ve seen ‘em lifted. I’ve seen ‘em thrown

I’ve seen the amber wave in vain then break like brittle bone

Circle the Wagons, Daddy’s coming home

I’ve seen my country bedded beneath her spacious skies

Left fruited plainly. A rightly ruthless child

I’ve seen the child rise as if he only knew the way to fill a chair they’d have us make a thrown

Circle the Wagons, Daddy’s coming home

Daddy’s coming home to mend the fences

Daddy’s coming home to stow the wage

Daddy’s coming home to clean the barrel, set the traps and tend the rage

Daddy’s coming home to heave the mounting majesties

Circle the Wagons, Daddy’s gonna fight to be free

I’ve seen the preacher profit. His prophet haggled whole

I’ve seen the price of miracles look an awful lot like Gold

I’ve seen a bible belted and God shed his grace and flee to broader stripes 

of black and white and chrome

Circle the Wagons, Daddy’s coming home

Angry undercurrents crash a foreign shore

Hungry oceans rising reaching out to sooth the poor

See him there, our millionaire, reaching for the crumbs

Circle the Wagons, Daddy’s gonna drawn first blood

I see the sorrow. I see the prone. I hear ‘em howl. I feel ‘em moan

Oh say beneath that banner are you free? Are you brave?

Circle the Wagons, Daddy’s on his way