I’d rather sing about a man you never knew
I’d rather talk about the things he tried to do
I’d rather rage a storm and fire it in your brain
Than sing my love songs for you

Draw me a day to die and shade me by the tree
And when I take my step your vision I will see
“Is this the happy land? Oh mother dear my hand is still”
The childless mother weeps, her heart begins to chill.

From the darkness, the despair of life, births hope
To hold the hand, deaths wife
To tease us for a world somewhere
Where fate deals deals that seem half fair
But hope I tell you walk
There’s nothing in your bags
Your talk is only of tomorrow
That leaves us here with all our sorrow

Take me to your heart
Take me to your heart
And I will sing in you

And did you whisper in your heart to young to die?
When thousands young’n thou in death and darkness lie
To summon thee to see the end how quick the call
And while thou hear my song the hand of death will fall

Take me to your heart
Take me to your heart
And I will sing in you
I will sing in you

Our life’s whole breathe an evening breeze
That comes and goes
Some rustle leaves

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