My Father can you hear
Brother sun and little sister moon
Lying in the low cut grass
Carving crosses from this wooden tune
My Mother can you see
Am I the man I was meant to be
The only singer in a Lullaby town
Catching the shavings as they whittle down.
Lay my prayer, lead in the dark, love in the forest, dove in the park
Singing a song not to spook his rest
In a rolled up prayer nest
Lord I want to lean a little closer
Forgive me for what I've done
I want to love a little better
Like the waves of your beating sun
Lord I want to see a little clearer
Feel the scratch of your bearded cheek
And love a little better not for the wise but the hidden meek
Go to sleep little nun
Stop scratching prayers into the top bunk
I think he heard you the first time
Before the vow of the blood and the wine
Swim swimmer monk Swim swimmer monk
Pray prayer bunk Pray prayer bunk
If you prayed like you swam in the see
No wonder mountains never move for me
Lord I want to lean a little closer
Forgive me for what I've done
I want to love a little better
Like the waves of your beating sun
Lord I want to see a little clearer
Feel the scratch of your bearded cheek
And love a little better not for the wise but the hidden meek
Hold your breath swimmer monk
Your heavy prayers make a sailor sunk
Slipping deeper into dark blue peace
A weighty tunic cut for lamb lords fleece
Lay your prayers
England won't die
Kingdom will come
Kingdom or cry
If you weep like he did for Lazarus
Make a Lazarus out of me
Lord I want to lean a little closer
Forgive me for what I've done
I want to love a little better
Like the waves of your beaten son
Lord I want to see a little clearer
Feel the scratch of your bearded cheek
And love a little better not for the wise but the hidden meek
Lord I want to lean a little closer
Forgive me for what I've done
I want to love a little better
Like the waves of your beating sun
Lord I want to see a little clearer
Feel the scratch of your bearded cheek
And love a little better not for the wise but the hidden meek