Great Conjunction

Great Conjuction
by Kat Wallace

When the ground cracks and worlds collide,
I’ll be there with banjo on my knee,
With you on the old guitar shouting high,
Singing, “Oh Susanna, don’t you cry for me,”
“Oh Susanna, don’t you cry for me.”

I’ll stir my drink with a solid silver spoon,
I’ll walk on roads paved of gold.
Divine gazes down from the moon,
It'll be as the stars foretold,
It’ll be as the stars foretold.

Cause I’m waiting on the great conjunction
When Jupiter and Saturn align,
For its in the stars I see my fortune,
Holy fruit growing on the vine,
Barrels full of strawberry wine.

And when I’m ready for my final resting place,
Put me high in a constellation bright,
Sitting on a throne of diamond lace,
Cast white hot against the blue of night,
Cast white hot against the blue of night.