it was blowing on the shore the waves were keeping time the comely trees were whistling too this time i ll get what is mine it s part of his holy design for this world when i die you ll take my place in line for the horn of plenty it s been the ruin of many those that answered the call or never heard it at all praise the horn of plenty then you re walking down the street the world looks good enough to eat and who s stopping you boy you know you re a prince of a man such a feast there in the palm of your hand but you still shove your gilded fist down the bell of the horn of plenty it s been the ruin of many those that answered the call or never heard it at all it s been so long since the fall praise the horn of plenty so plant a seed and let it grow not too high just so they know what it is that they re missing