. . .
|
|
Come all you sailors
Sail upon my seas
Swim in these salty waters
Cleanse the wounds that run so deep
Come all you lovers
Give your hearts to me
Come with your broken dreams
And your ruined fancies
Come all you seekers
Realise that you can see
Find within your deepest longing
That all you need is me
. . .
|
|
. . .
|
|
(Ruth Moody)
I have lines under my eyes that I didn't have last year
I've got the world's weight on my shoulders and I have wept a thousand years
And I'm looking for a saviour to take me far away from here
Where the storm has passed over and the sky above is clear
I've got lines under my eyes that I've never had before
There's a war outside my window and a wasteland outside my door
And I've been traveling down this road all these days and all these nights
I've been traveling for so long now, I've been searching for the light
We've got pain and we've got sorrow that we've been trying not to feel
We've got trouble all around us and we've got wounds that still won't heal
So let's hold on to each other and let love take us through the night
Help us stumble through the darkness, take us to the morning light
I have lines under my eyes that I didn't have last year
I've got the world's weight on my shoulders but I won't shed another tear
Cause the sun is gonna rise and tomorrow's another day
And we will hold on to each other and we will sing and we will pray
. . .
|
|
(Nicky Mehta)
Across that river through the orange squares of light
Past the streetlamp like a beacon in the rain
You've stopped in all this motion
You're heavy with news too sudden
You're breathing through this undertow of pain
And all your friends will gather soon
And you'll surface then to bring them through
You'll say "it's better this way" and "at least we knew"
But this practice in leaving
All these small moves to grieving
Does it ever really promise what's deserved?
You want to take him in your arms
And carry to the river
Find the boy he once was and row him home
You want a majesty restored
Find the place where love was born and let him go
Many Sundays passed since the day of his first leaving
You stopped asking for the rule to be reversed
And with the grace that follows those who know what love is
You held his hand and walked towards this strange rebirth
And as the friends gather round to bear witness
You struggle with the fight to find some peace, to make it worth it
You want to take him in your arms
And carry to the river
Find the boy he once was and row him home
You want a majesty restored
Find the place where love was born and let him go
Let him go
. . .
|
Bring Me L'il Water, Silvy |
. . .
|
|
. . .
|