Cloak Of Blue

Lyrics

Fire at the tip of his tongue With a bow and arrow strung Running with the wolves by night He's gone by the morning light Like a saint or thief Turning the leaf Gathering souls like you Lambs at the slaughter Barter no quarter Wear your best cloak of blue Teardrops from a stone Over marrow under bone Words writ on the wall The higher they climb they fall At the temple and bell Bids them farewell Fishes and men like you Standing at the altar Mothers and daughters Wear your best cloak of blue He walks he walks I heard he got away He talks he talks I heard the blind boy say Wind among the reeds Like honey from the weed A horse and cart in tow Pure like the driven snow Like a saint or thief Turning the leaf Gathering souls like you Lambs at the slaughter Barter no quarter Wear your best cloak of blue He walks he walks I heard he got away He talks he talks I heard the soldier say He walks he walks I heard he got away He talks he talks I heard the blind boy say