| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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by Loreena McKennitt When the dark wood fell before me And all the paths were overgrown When the priests of pride say there is no other way I tilled the sorrows of stone. I did not believe because I could not see Though you came to me in the night When the dawn seemed forever lost You showed me your love in the light of the stars. Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me. Then the mountain rose before me By the deep well of desire From the fountain of forgiveness Beyond the ice and the fire. Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me Though we share this humble path, alone How fragile is the heart Oh give these clay feet wings to fly To touch the face of the stars. Breathe life into this feeble heart Lift this mortal veil of fear Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears We'll rise above these earthly cares. Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me.....Please remember me. |
no offense. southern trees bear strange fruit blood on the leaves, blood at the root black bodies swinging in the southern breeze strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees pastoral scene of the gallant south the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth the scent of magnolia sweet and fresh then the sudden smell of burning flesh here is a fruit for the crows to pluck for the rain to gather for the wind to suck for the sun to rot for the tree to drop here is a strange and bitter crop hailed far and wide as "billie holiday's personal protest against racism." i was really upset when i found out that she didn't write it. |