Bruce Cockburn
lament for the last days
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The crescent moon is rising slow
Swiftly blades in ice do grow
On the branches star-bleached snow
Waits while time is passing
Outside the door the dancer whirls
Chiming bells and shining curls
Flying footsteps in the snow
Rhyme the rhythm of ruin
Beside the wall the beggars call
Man
have
mercy
on
us
all
The night-bound choir inside chants on -
A hymn to brick and pistols
You can stumble, you can fall
Or you can make the nations crawl
But when death comes in to call
He don't care about it
Oh, Satan take thy cup away
For i'll not drink your wine today
I'll reach for the chalice of light
That stands on Jesus' table
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Slice O Life: Bruce Cockburn Live Solo
- Life Short Call Now
- Speechless
- The Charity Of Night
- Dart To The Heart
- Christmas
- Nothing But A Burning Light
- Big Circumstance
- Humans
- World Of Wonders
- Stealing Fire
- The Trouble With Normal
- Inner City Front
- Further Adventures Of Bruce Cockburn
- In The Falling Dark
- Salt, Sun And Time
- Night Vision
- Sunwheel Dance
- High Winds, White Sky