Anthem
The
birds they sang
at
the break of day
Start
again,
I
heard them say,
Don’t
dwell on what
has
passed away
or
what is yet to be.
The
wars they will
be
fought again
The
holy dove
be
caught again
bought
and sold
and
bought again;
the
dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can
ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.
We
asked for signs
the
signs were sent:
the
birth betrayed,
the
marriage spent;
the
widowhood
of
every government –
signs
for all to see.
Can’t
run no more
with
that lawless crowd
while
the killers in high places
say
their prayers out loud.
But
they’ve summoned up
a
thundercloud.
They’re
going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can
ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.
2 comments:
ahh... singing Suzanne, a Seton memory!
nice one, enjoyed it.
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