Letras
Here among the futile corn
Swaying by their hollow crowns
On brittle bones November light
Has set ablaze the rising ground
Of hope beyond invention
And love beyond recall
And, in truth, may be more
Than what we'd hoped for after all
I should not speak of sparrows now
Nor let their shadows cross the day
And break upon a bended knee
The gathered limbs of all we say
When still the voice within us
Sent out beyond recall
Echoes from the farther trees
What we most needed after all
Suddenly, the river turns
The seasons now a holy war
Their reasons without rhyming ask
That we be wedded to its floor
To sing out in the evenings
Swing out beyond recall
A moon that hangs beyond the need
For reason after all
A moon that hangs beyond the need
For reason after all