The Beautiful Axe Lyrics - Woven Hand

The night holds 

Holds a candle to you 

I see you are a hummingbird 

Living in the shadows of law 

Cleave her to vivid of dreams 

Picture before you 

The living word 

He did ascend away 

To prepare a place 

Let the sound together hold you 

To the humble he has given grace 

From the proud he hides his face 

From the proud he hide his face 

Joy has come 

It rises with the son 

He the highest on the horizon 

Joy has come 

In the mind that I see 

Beautiful the axe that flies at me 

In the yard 

More than fourty birds 

For to write upon my mind 

We fall out into the street 

As the last one flies 

The last one in kind 

On the morning of the second day 

And old skin vision of my hope and stay 

A flaw in the man whichever way 

Thinking of his color