A strong power calls from the left hand
Across the waters deep
A strong power calls from the left hand
Let all things sleep or weep
Oh queen of love
You have unwove my eyes
And my heart will not sleep
The eye would sleep but the mind would rise
I must needs walk down God's eyebrows
And along the street of his eyes
Look for me and you will see me in my red cloak
Swimming determined as God's blood flies
Creatures of grief you beg from the thief
I will not carry home your sacks of sorrow
But I will pay the fiddler good silver if he smiles
Pray God he see tomorrow
And the fine, fine girls that are into it
And my eyes with salt water swim
And we disputing with a brittle gaiety
Upon the world's rim
If I sought to love you with my body
It would be with a bent back
Unto the day of doom
Across the waters deep
A strong power calls from the left hand
Let all things sleep or weep
Oh queen of love
You have unwove my eyes
And my heart will not sleep
The eye would sleep but the mind would rise
I must needs walk down God's eyebrows
And along the street of his eyes
Look for me and you will see me in my red cloak
Swimming determined as God's blood flies
Creatures of grief you beg from the thief
I will not carry home your sacks of sorrow
But I will pay the fiddler good silver if he smiles
Pray God he see tomorrow
And the fine, fine girls that are into it
And my eyes with salt water swim
And we disputing with a brittle gaiety
Upon the world's rim
If I sought to love you with my body
It would be with a bent back
Unto the day of doom
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