Bob Dylan be a prophet true
except amiss a word or two
and Cohen too a word did write
amongst the terrors of this night
so sing their song and others too
of love's rejoicing in the womb
full intuition use to know
what prophets songs
to wield thy bow
slay gently
daughters,
sons,
of many
gentle kiss will do,
it's all we need,
if any...
And I would pray thee
pay the minstrel if thou wilt
give FREELY to this merry song
for many hearts grow cold
and night be long
so let me lead the dance awhile
and ye may follow
if ye the Will
then I will follow thee atime
and see which words
that ye may rhyme
and so the Feast be nearly set
one sister yet
to call in from the chill
in waters deep her soul doth hide
to keep her wit
from foolish pride
fair sister come and sit awhile
and drink thee too
of growing tide
of love and prayers
to honour thee
it be the time
so it be
it be so
let it be
I say rejoice
again I say rejoice
this be merry place
I say REJOICE !
And now first task
this one be set
i ner complete
one more to meet
of waters dear fair one
to taste
but bide thy time
be not in haste
we long for thee fair sister dear
and have long shed
a bitter tear
to bear for thee
as well as we
and bring thee neares to the tree
Wilt thou water this tree
born of seed
now gathered three
far be foul
and foul be fair
gathering through
the misty air
and
all of you
I long to greet,
all corners , stones , of
world to come,
to this fair tent
amidst the sun
and build a house
fit for a King ...
One shal be late
unto this meet,
sealed my hand.