Lyrics
The brash north wind strikes upon this high, lovely, Spanish barn
I offer searching souls the wisdom of my years
These lessons written, book of ages, holy past
The agony, the righteous path to steer between the waves
The dark abyss, tied to the mast
This sponge of pragmatic Constantine
Mops them all up and wipes them clean
It's all okay, it's all official
The Christ-child advent, here to be seen
Saturn solstice, yuletide blotted
Blended in cynic innocence
Meet in Milan and host the party
Safer to sit aside the fence
What is this book? These hairy pages
Scribed in scribbled latitude
Taller's tales of poor and needy
In wide-eyed wonder at faith renewed
Words of gospel and redemption
Absolution if he repents
Emperor's deathbed, late salvation
Baptism in dubious testament
There's a wild child coming
There's an angry, deep man
There's a new age dawning here
To an old age plan
Manic mother, her child gone missing
Found in the temple with the elder men
Gone about his father's business
But he soon goes missing once again
Ducked his head with the match on pocket
West Bank desert, doubts and fear
White magic, healing and exorcism
Got twelve good men, now the gang's all here
There's a wild child coming
There's an angry, deep man
There's a new age dawning here
To an old age plan
Proclamation, divine seed sown
Did he really say that thing?
On donkey, cold, calm to the passion
Knowing full well what the charge must bring
The body bread, a farewell supper
Bounty, silver, a kiss betrayed
It's a long, hard haul, that Via Dolorosa
No last contrition, quite unafraid
There's a wild child coming
There's an angry, deep man
There's a new age dawning here
To an old age plan
There's a wild child coming
There's an angry, deep man
There's a new age dawning here
To an old age plan