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