As blessed hands once hid a blessed face from sight
And wept an evening over me
A good beginning
For an endless night
A good beginning
For an endless night
Can't hobbled words be made to rhyme?
With thoughtful reach of heart to take from killing time
A song so small
That endless night sweet evening's kiss recall?
And didn't kind and learned hands once write on broken bits of clay?
Those shards
That from a world of bliss did fall a world away?
And writing make a homely scroll to wear
That ruin's children, fathered by mistake,
Might find their good beginning there and sing
A song so small
That endless night sweet evenings kiss recall?
As stars that shine unseen
To call the day their home
And make no thieving visit there
But live where songs come from
With open-throated arms
To hold you singing God's own song
Who writes a song must love to hear it sung
And gentle hope has made my song a reckless one
And gentle hope has made my song a reckless one
Avenging angels dressed me up in pants too big
And sent me beltless out to dance a clownish jig
That men might look at me and pray for blindness
For gentle hope has made me call those furies kindness
That send a gelded lover out to sing
Though not a man
I'd be a king for Anne
And though for endless night
I am a monstrous metaphor
What lover of the light could love you more?
As stars that shine unseen
To call the day their home
And make no thieving visit there
But live where songs come from
With open-throated arms
To hold you singing God's own song
Who writes a song must love to hear it sung
And gentle hope has made my song a reckless one
And gentle hope has made my song a reckless one
Can't hobbled words be made to rhyme
With thoughtful reach of heart to take from killing time
A song so small
That endless night sweet evening's kiss recall and say
For Anne Marie I'd be a day
I'd be a day
I'd be a day