Just like a bird that sings up the sun. In a dawn so very dark. Such is my faith for you. Such is my faith. And all the world's darkness can't swallow up.
The boatman calls from the lake. A lone loon dives upon the water. I put my hand over her. Down in the lime tree arbour. . The wind in the trees is whispering.
They're taking me down, my friend. And as they uskher me off to my end. Will I bid you adieu?. Or will I be seeing you soon?. If what they say around here is true.
See the little cloud up in the sky. It's a good good day today. See the little cloud pass on by. It's a good good day today. . Mary comes now, let Mary be.
Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me. Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt. This useless old fucker with his twinkling cunt. Doesn't care if he gets hurt.
For you dear, I was born. For you I was raised up. For you I've lived and for you I will die. For you I am dying now. You were my mad little lover. In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over.
Up those stone steps I climb. Hail this joyful day's return. Into its great shadowed vault I go. Hail the Pentecostal morn. . The reading is from Luke 24.
As I sat sadly by her side. At the window, through the glass. She stroked a kitten in her lap. And we watched the world as it fell past. Softly she spoke these words to me.
Last night my kisses were banked in black hair. And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black. And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair.
And no more shall we part. It will no longer be necessary. And no more will I say, dear heart. I am alone and she has left me. . And no more shall we part.
I don't believe in an interventionist God. But I know darling, that you do. But if I did I would kneel down and ask him. Not to intervene when it came to you.
With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face. Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass. She's got a house-big heart where we all live. Plead and council and forgive.
Just like a bird that sings up the sun. In a dawn so very dark. Such is my faith for you. Such is my faith. . All the world's darkness. Can't swallow up a single spark.
Janey's gone now and she won't be back no more. It was only yesterday I went knocking on her door. Now she's gone away, we won't see her no more. . Little Janey's gone now, Janey's gone now.
I don't believe in an interventionist God. But I know darling, that you do. But if I did I would kneel down and ask him. Not to intervene when it came to you.
They're taking me down, my friend. And as they hush me off to my end. Will I bid you adieu?. I be seeing you soon. What they say around here is true. Then we'll meet again me and you.
Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me. Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt. This useless old fucker with his twinkling cunt. Doesn't care if he gets hurt.
For you dear I was born. For you I was raised up. For you I've lived and for you I will die. For you I am dying now. . You were my mad little lover. In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over.
Up those stone steps I climb. Hail this joyful day's return. Into its great shadowed vault I go. Hail the Pentecostal morn. . The reading is from Luke 24.
Last night my kisses were banked in black hair. And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black. And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair.