Now is the end of the gentile
Pluck aeolian harp, my
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's
It's always cold when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's
Do tell, how is the little pilgrim's progress
Does he endeavor
do tell
how is
the little pilgrims progress
does he endeavour to perservere
clos
Thy will be done
Here on this highway
In every house and
Hidden inside him
Music in the dark
This conquering kindness
To all in
Shake, sleep, wool and glass
Hung on nails, here and there
Wails
Deeply shaken see I come that way
Ill at ease in
He come up and
Throw himself down
He finds no strength to
I must miss you
Under the ashen sky
And out from among
what are you about
say something secret
in an old order hush
trouble
The morning comes, I've not yet closed my eyes
Cold and
And in so
They took on
As far as one can go
To
Shook out my salvation in all four corners of my
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