Last Year's Man Lyrics - Cohen Leonard

The rain falls down on last year's man 

That's a Jew's harp on the table that's a crayon in his hand 

And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled 

Far past the stems of thumbtacks that still throw shadows on the wood 

And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend 

And all the rain falls down amen on the works of last year's man 

I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark 

Oh, one by one she had to tell them that her name was Joan of Arc 

I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while 

I want to thank you, Joan of Arc for treating me so well 

And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight 

All these wounded boys you lie beside goodnight, my friends, goodnight 

I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived 

Bethlehem the bridegroom, Babylon the bride 

Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me 

And Bethlehem inflamed us both like the shy one at some orgy 

And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil 

That I had to draw aside to see the serpent eat its tail 

Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain 

So I hang upon my altar and I hoist my Axe again 

And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began 

When Jesus was the honeymoon and Cain was just the man 

And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin 

That the wilderness is gathering all its children back again