Holy Holy The Wild Swans

Holy holy God the father
A fallen angel rolls upon me
Can we ever stand the flow
Yours the only pain we know
Thrust upon this bed of shame
Rust upon this iron frame

Will I ever leave
These prison bars
Lord deliver me
Will I ever touch
Those distant stars
Lord deliver me

Seven ages
Seven angels
The oldest pleasure
Still engages

Cast away from heavens arms
Bitter storms and tender calm
We'll never greet those days again
The flesh is born to die since then

Will I ever leave
These prison bars
Lord deliver me
Will I ever touch
Those distant stars
Lord deliver me