Thus I Wrote

I cross the river at its ford
My cloak hides my head from the world
I cross the river at its ford
My cloak hides my head from the world

I follow the raven through twisted hills
I’m weary but I must travel still
I follow the raven through twisted hills
I’m weary but I must travel still

Is this a strange destiny that brings me here
Or do I run from something that I fear
Is this a strange destiny that brings me here
Or do I run from something that I fear

I kneel and I pray to a God I don’t know
I wait for the rain and the thunder to go
I kneel and I pray to a God I don’t know
I wait for the rain and the thunder to go

I find pure water and a single green tree
And the sun also shines in the sky for me
I find pure water and a single green tree
And the sun also shines in the sky for me

Is this a strange destiny that brings me here
Or do I run from something that I fear
Is this a strange destiny that brings me here
Or do I run from something that I fear

I stood at the cross of two great roads
With the dew rising in the morning
And I offered up all that I hold
With the dew rising in the morning

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
There is still time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
There is still time to forgive

The wine on her lips was red from the sun
That shone on her in the morning
Oh she was my love under the sun
That shone on her in the morning

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
There is still time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
There is still time to forgive

Her lash on my skin, it cut and broke through
In the fading light of the evening
And the blood I let run to sow something new
In the fading light of the evening

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
There is still time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
There is still time to forgive

Is this how we love?
Is this how we live?
And is there still time to forgive?
Is this how we love?
Is this how we live?
And is there still time to forgive?

We must pick our moment
To heave a sigh
We must pick our moment
To say goodbye
Because everything must end
Because everything must end

And everything that starts
Must finish in time
Everything that rises
Must fall in line
Because everything must end
Because everything must end

Once we were confident
We were beautiful then
We had choices to make
We were wanted then
But everything must end
But everything must end

And now it seems strange
But yesterday you were mine
And tomorrow you’ll be gone
But I know you’ll be fine

Its not the end of my book
Just the end of a page
I gave to the world
And this is my wage
I’ll turn it over
And to the top I’ll go
I’ll read on without you
But I’ll read on slow

I fell from the top
Of your shiny glass wall
I held on too tight
‘Til it wasn’t me at all

Its not the end of my book
Just the end of a page
I gave to the world
And this is my wage
I’ll turn it over
And to the top I’ll go
I’ll read on without you
But I’ll read on slow

I eat bread with olives
And drink wine now and then
As the sun sinks on the terrace
I remember you back when

Its not the end of my book
Just the end of a page
I gave to the world
And this is my wage
I’ll turn it over
And to the top I’ll go
I’ll read on without you
But I’ll read on slow

I wait at the cross of two great roads
As the dew it rises in the morning
I offer to give all that I hold
As the dew it rises in the morning

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
But there’s still time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
But there’s still time to forgive

The wine in her glass is red from the sun
It drips from her lips and to the earth it runs
Like precious stones, her eyes they shone
And her laughter the drug I was hooked on

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
But there’s still time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
But there’s still time to forgive

I fight in the night something I can’t see
I stab at its heart, but the blood comes from me
Her lash on my skin, it cuts and rips through
The blood I let run to sow something new

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
But there’s still time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
But there’s still time to forgive

I return to the cross of two great roads
As the dusk falls in the evening
I wait there to reap what I’ve sowed
As the dusk falls in the evening

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
But now there’s no time to forgive
And the seeds they flew
And the trees they grew
But now there’s no time to forgive

I asked if my Martini
Was shaken or slowly stirred
I tried understanding Pollock
And his views, of the world
In an apartment in Wall street
I waited for her, to allow
I used to worry much more then
I don’t worry, so much now

I held on to her
Like a crucifix of gold
But I held on too tight
Or so a sage, later told
On the stage I was anxious
For my turn, to take a bow
I used to worry much more then
I don’t worry, so much now

And I had this baggage
That I dragged behind
In a battered suitcase
That’s common enough, to find
But the skin, it was too thin
I felt uncomfortable, somehow
I used to worry much more then
I don’t worry, so much now

I was a little man
They said I was distant and mean
I was not honest enough
And my motives, were not clean
These seeds of change they buried
With the tip, of their plough
I used to worry much more then
I don’t worry, so much now

We said many things
That can never be unsaid
And who will forgive us now,
For all the mistakes, we’ve made?
I’ve prayed for some cool hand
To stroke, my fevered brow
I used to worry much more then
I don’t worry, so much now

I wait at the cross
Of two great roads
I was given my quest
I was told what I owed

The wine in the glass
Was red from the sun
It dripped from her lips
And to the earth it did run

Like precious stones
Her eyes they shone
Her laughter was the drug
That I was hooked on

And the earth it moved
And the wind it blew
And the seeds they fell
And the trees they grew

I fought in the night
Something I couldn’t see
I stabbed at its heart
But the blood came from me

Her lash on my skin
It cut and ripped through
The blood I let run
To sow something new

I wait at the cross
Of two great roads
I show what I’ve paid
I reap what I’ve sowed

And so I cross
The river at its ford
My cloak and my staff
Hide my head from the world

I follow the raven
Through twisted black hills
I am weary from travel
But must travel more still

I kneel and I pray
To a God I don’t know
I wait for the rain
And the thunder to go

I find pure water
By a single green tree
And the sun, it still shines
In the sky for me.

Is it a strange destiny
That brings me here.
Or am I just running
From something I fear.

I’ve seen the power and  I’ve seen the glory
I was seated at the feast,
I celebrated many ceremonies
I was dark and aloof as a priest.
Somehow I  felt seduced
And that I was asked to betray,
And I felt too excluded
To make an instinctive play.

I was often defeated
But never did I lose,
I felt I had too few options
But I was brave enough to choose.
I sailed the stormy ocean
Till I landed here on this shore,
But I had heard the siren’s song
For a long time before.

I drank into the night
To lose myself for a while,
And sometimes I found a dark portrait
With a face-torn smile.
And I have given my love willingly,
It was not from manacles torn.
But since  then I’ve seen my love die
And I’ve seen something else born.

I was often defeated
But never did I lose,
I felt I had too few options
But I was brave enough to choose.
And all that I want now
Is of no consequence,
For I am but stardust
For this world to dispense.

The hammer falls, steel on steel
The fire, the heat and the dirt
The sweat and chaos of it all
The pleasure and the hurt.
We interact with ceremonies,
And blessed with sweet incense
We’re moulded, yes, we’re forged
In the fire of experience

The truth is handed down
With sacred words burning bright
So they say to control us
So they say to bind us tight
But I have spoken to God
And I’ve said, it doesn’t make sense
He agreed, yes, it’s forged
In the fire of experience

You are born with a clean slate
You build on the best of the past
You do what is effective
To overcome the number cast
And new friendships need a force
To pull them off the neutral fence
To push them, yes, they’re forged
In the fire of experience