Holy visions
Barren spirit
Earthly comforts in the weeks after the end
Keeping
to the sky
on the far side, the river jordan
i
grey skies forming up ahead
you light up like a cigarette
records
Let me lie across your christened spine
Press my belly to
If you have to break
Say it for a friend
If you
James had cured the wrath
Of a jealous woman
Not long after
So in toll with a broken hand
In some Labourless land
Where
Times like those
My lowland home
Heaven and earth filled the room
This may be the last
that you hear
for a long time
because
Florins hanging under the willow
Daddy sang in/Daddy’s hanging from those
there's a hammer in the wind
it falls and drives me
A one, two, three, four
It was a long walk to
Though I have wronged you
I was held in a riverbed
Where
On that five day drive
Through the pain and the mourning
All
When I light your darkened door
When I light your darkened
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