HUSHED WOODS
Where’re
those bulky woods that I’ve rejoiced?
Those graceful tunes now all repressed.
Maker of being, here lies our bruising,
Contrive our strive in the Power of Christ.
Tech are dawning; Greens are dying.
When we’ll ever see, “The World in Crying”?
Tears in haven, Tears in haven.
When we’ll ever flee from Tears in haven?
Honeysuckles, does your nectar still grow under your string?
Or now you’ve turned your joy out into fling?
I remember the taste and I remember my face,
How jolly I’ve spent your band so grace.
It’s you and me, who’re born in free.
Take up the vim to spark the glim.
Dust we’ve come and dust we’ll go.
So why are we batty when we’ll go empty?
Those graceful tunes now all repressed.
Maker of being, here lies our bruising,
Contrive our strive in the Power of Christ.
Tech are dawning; Greens are dying.
When we’ll ever see, “The World in Crying”?
Tears in haven, Tears in haven.
When we’ll ever flee from Tears in haven?
Honeysuckles, does your nectar still grow under your string?
Or now you’ve turned your joy out into fling?
I remember the taste and I remember my face,
How jolly I’ve spent your band so grace.
It’s you and me, who’re born in free.
Take up the vim to spark the glim.
Dust we’ve come and dust we’ll go.
So why are we batty when we’ll go empty?
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