Lulled to sleep by falling bombs
But your daddy stayed so calm
Not a crown upon your head
As the dead comfort the dead
But you’re still a prince of Lebanon
Still a rescued refugee
But a childhood friend to me
The treasures stayed down in the ground beneath our feet
And as the warhawks lined their nests
Your heart kept beating in your chest as
Our charging prince of Lebanon
How do you stay so stoic
May the muses make their ballads more beautiful than gold
By singing melodies about the contours if your soul
May all the poets in Damascus fall down upon their knees
If only to be thankful that you made it across the sea
And you may not have the money of the thieves in the pentagon
But you’ll still always be a rising prince of Lebanon
A riveting jam session from Pittsburgh, Pa. folk band Wisbands, who infuse classic Americana with jazz and psychedelic rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 15, 2021