Fire is the color of my true love's hair. Near to the father sits his golden chair. With prayer and petition to the king on his left. Light is the burden that I bear.
The devil's brand is on my bones. An' from inside the holy ghost groans. Sure as shootin' the undertaker knows. He lays the headstones in endless rows.
Listen closely to me now my darlin' girl. There's one who's out to have you an' jus' his breath will burn your curl. Don't you frighten you needn't bother.
Walkin' up with winkin' eyes, I seen that tight-lipped grin. I could tell from a mile away, boy you weren't my kin. You best put a bridle on and bridle on that tongue.
I can sense it all around me. Somethin' in this room. It ain't magic nor no witchcraft. No bitch on no broom. . Look see his bones are gone. He done left the grave.
I've grown tired. Of the words of the single man. Hangin' lifeless on his every word. O no man. . You don't understand dear man. The little angel held out her hand.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Lean not on your own understanding. In all of your ways acknowledge Him. And He will make your path straight. Don't worry about tomorrow.
There she goes. There she goes again. Racing through my brain. And I just can't contain. This feeling that remains. . There she goes. There she goes again.
Kiss me. out of the bearded barley. Nightly. beside the green green grass. Swing, swing,. swing that spinning step. You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Take my sorrow and my sin. I will run into Your arms again. Hold me Father. Once again my tears are dried. By Your perfect love that's river-wide. Over-flowing.
Oh, the words of love... in love the words are moot, the utterances lost in twilight,. And twilight lost until the sun above. Has brought you back to life, brought you back to life..
Short is the winter day and long is cold, dark night,. White is the sparkling snow and black are crows in flight,. And even though the river flows. Faster every day that goes.
Welcome, My Friend. To theatrical event. We're glad you could come.. You are the stage,. You're the fool and the sage,. The altar and the lamb.. Somewhere around.
It is the happy August of our love. The time is ripe for harvesting the fields. Heat is no more; the warmth is all we have,. Enough to be content in our needs.
The demons of my past have crept. Under the cover of the night. Waiting to snatch me from my bed. Into the place where they abide.. I'm dreaming and the dream is dark..
Out of the night that covers me,. Black as the Pit from pole to pole,. I thank whatever gods may be. For my unconquerable soul.. In the fell clutch of circumstance.
If you can keep your head when all about you. Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you.. But make allowance for their doubting too;.
Our childhood was ruled. By the books on our shelves,. With the knights of the past. Sacrificing themselves. For the pride and the honor.. So the battles of old.
What will it be now little angel?. Am I your lover, or your fool?. You loved me when I was a stranger. Some sweet exception to the golden rule. You catch one, then you let him go.
Inner vision I am lost among the clouds. Old superstitions getting ugly low and loud. I can make no decisions, I rely on inner vision. To show me the way within and without.