LADY MIDNIGHT.
I came by myself to a very crowded place,
I was looking for someone who had lines on her face.
I found her there, but she was pasted all concern,
I asked her to hold me, I said "Lady unfold me"
But she scorned me and told me,
I was dead... and could never return.
Well I argued all night like so many had befor,
Saying "What ever you give me, I seem to need so much more"
Then she pointed at me as I kneeled on her floor,
She said "Dont try to use me , or slyly refuse me,
Just win me or lose me, it is this that the darkness is for."
I creid "Old Lady Midnight I fear that you grow old,
Stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold"
"If we cry now " she said it will just be ignored,
So I walked through the morning,
The sweet early morning,
I could hear my Lady calling,
"You`ve won me, you`ve won me my Lord.
THE PARTISAN.
When they poured across the border,
I was cautioned to surrender,
This I could not do.
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often,
I have lost my wife and children,
But I have many friends.
And some of them are with me.
An old woman gave us shelter,
Kept us hidden in the garret,
Then the soldiers came.
She died ...without a whisper.
There were three of us this morning,
Im the only one this evening,
But I must go on.
The frontiers are my prison.
The wind, the wind is blowing
Through the graves the wind is blowing,
Freedom soon will come.
Then we`ll come from the shadows.
Les Allemands etaient chez moi,
Ils me disent resigne-toi,
Mais je n`ai pas peur,
J`air repris mon ame,
J`ai change cent fois de nom,
J`ai perdu femme et enfant,
Mais j`ai taunts de amis,
J`ai est France entiere.
Un vieux homme dans un grenier,
Pour la nuit nous a cache,
Les Allemands l`ont prisent,
Il est Mort.....
........sans suprise.
WHO BY FIRE
And who by fire, who by water,
Who in the sunshine , who in the night time,
Who by high ordeal , who by common trial,
Who in your merry merry month of May,
Who by very slow decay...
.......and who shall I say, is calling.
And who in her lonely slip , who by barbiturate,
Who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
Who by avalanche , who by powder,
Who for his greed, who for his hunger,
And who shall I say is calling.
And who by brave assent, who by accident,
Who in solitude, who in this mirror.
Who by his Ladies command,
Who by his own hand.
who in mortal chains , who in power,
And who shall I say,
Is calling.
LAST YEARS MAN.
The rains fall down on last years man,
Thats a jews harp on the table,
Thats a crayon in his hand,
And the corners of the blue print,Are ruined since they rolled.
Far past the stems of thumbtacks,
That still throw shadows on the wood,
And the skylight is like the skin,
For a drum I`ll never mend,
And all the rain falls down , Amen
On the works of last years man.
I met a Lady, she was playing,
With her soldiers in the dark.
Oh one by one she had to tell them,
That her name was Joan of Arc.
I was in that army,
Yes I stayed a little while.
I want to thank you Joan of Arc,
Fotr treating me so well.
And though I wear a uniform,
I was not born to fight,
All these wounded boys you lie besides.
Goodnight my friends, goodnight.
I came upon a wedding,
That old families had contrived.
Bethlehem the bridegroom, Babylon the bride.
Great Babylon was naked ,
Ah! she stood there trembling for me,
And Bethlehem inflamed us both,
Like the sly one at some orgy.
And when we fell together,
All our flesh was like a vale,
That I had to draw aside,
To see the serpent eat its tail.
Some women wait for Jesus,
And some women wait for cain.
So I hung upon my alter and I hoist my axe again.
And I take the one who finds me,
Back to where it all began,
When Jesus was the honeymoon,
And Cain was just the man.
And we read from pleasent Bibles,
That are bound in blood and skin,
That the wilderness is gathering all,
Its children back again.
The rain falls down on last years man.
An hour has gone by,
And he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen,
If he only gives his word,
The lovers will rise up,
And the mountains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin,
For a drum I`ll never mend.
And all the rain falls down, Amen,
On the works of last years man.
