Brompton Oratory Lyrics - The Boatman's Call - Nick Cave

Up those stone steps I climb 

Hail this joyful day's return 

Into it's great shadowed vault I go 

Hail the pentecostal morn 

The reading is from luke 24 

Where christ returns to his loved ones 

I look at the stone apostles 

Think that it's alright for some 

And I wish that I was made of stone 

So that I would not have to see 

A beauty impossible to define 

A beauty impossible to believe 

A beauty impossible to endure 

The blood imparted in little sips 

The smell of you still on my hands 

As I bring the cup up to my lips 

No God up in the sky 

No devil beneath the sea 

Could do the job that you did, baby 

Of bringing me to my knees 

Outside I sit on the stone steps 

With nothing much to do 

Forlorn and exhausted, baby 

By the absence of you