Plainsong

Lyrics

I found a curious place born of emptiness The silent solitude of the evening sky Sycamore seeds scatter life on winter days The robin and the wren break bread in thankfulness Ever will I rest Sadly as I weep Close against your breast Soundly when I sleep I hear an ancient air sung with tenderness A gentle ambient sound full of innocence Shape-notes of a plainsong hymn through the chapel walls Green for Epiphany, gold for Trinity Come my little darling with your deep-set eyes The dragonfly will rest on your fingertips The lightest of touch to celebrate the past In porcelain, paint and wood, then cast aside