1. |
[90] To and End
05:48
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Thou hast been our dwelling place of old
Thou hast been our everlasting sky
From afore the mountains
For the soil
From the night our mothers passed us life
A thousand years are as a day
And a day is as a thousand years
Risen from the soil
And to soil return
As the grass leaf rises and turns
Do we feel thy anger in the wind?
Do we feel unsteady in our selves?
Does it please thee, we carry all our
Terrors and our dreams
And our years to an end with a sigh?
How long, betwixt the mountains and the winds?
How long amidst the troubles of our years?
Greet us in the morning
With rising love
And bless, ye, the works of our hands
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2. |
[98] Sing O Hills
04:13
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Sing o hills
Quietly goes it
Let the groans
Under the winds
Turn to chanting
Plain and long
Long and meandering
Do you feel it
Through the ground
Through your two knees
There is a sound
Beneath all hearing
Do you feel
The hidden heartbeat
Of the ground
As you lay down
Upon her earthen chest
Ready, she, to
Open the
Abyss for all the
Violence that
Amasses
Gaping wide to
Swallow up
The torrents that have
Hammered every
Woman
Gaping wide to
Take back all the
Beasts that
Tore the oil from her
Bosom
Gaping wide to
Take down into
Fire the armoured
Chariots of
Conquerors
Gaping wide to
Sing a new song
Up into the
Skies toward the
Leaves on the trees
And the old sea roars and everything in it
And the teeming world and all who live in it
And the waters clap their fierce ancient hands
Let the hills sing the song they have been keeping
And the waters clap their fierce ancient hands
Let the hills sing the song thats down there sleeping
Because its coming
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3. |
[84] Happy They [33]
08:03
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Every day we know
That we are home
Is an age amidst a thousand days
Of our comings and goings
Happy are they - Who walk midst sparrows all beloved
Happy are they - Who know ye’in the warmth of the sun
and the soil
Drinking roots
Laughing voice
and olive oil
Talking streams
clouds adrift
and merry toil
Songs to sing
Be the sun on my back
And the moon before my eyes
Be a light along the way
On the roads of my heart
Happy are they - Who talk with sparrows midst the age
Happy are they - Who fain shall keep ye locked away
In a cage
In a box
In a book
Behind a door
amidst one kind
In a creed
For a war
Against them all
Hear and give ear
Oh harken to our hurt
Behold and enfold
The worn out faces of the earth
Happy are they - At home where sparrows freely glide
Happy are they - Who keep the gates there open wide
To the skies
To the beasts
to the tongues
Near and far
To familiar and strange
to the stars beyond the stars
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4. |
The Earth is Full
05:19
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Break the iron law of now
Cradle a new song in your open mouth
Make it loud my Loves
By a word the dust does breathe
And deep time holds there in stores beneath
There is a sound my friends
And the earth is full of steadfast love…
And the earth is full of unyielding truth…
And the earth is full of unshed tears
And an ancient youth
Break all the ceilings to the floors
Let all things be silenced and stilled in awe
Hear the wind my Loves
Know ye the Fear upon the heights
Know all the stars beyond the whirring lights
Light your prayers my friends
And the earth is full of steadfast love…
And the earth is full of unyielding truth…
And the earth is full of unshed tears
And an ancient youth
The council of Powers all poised
Never a sound, always a grinding noise
Comes to nothing my Loves
The Kings shall not saved by all their wars
Nor armies saved by all their saddled horses
Set them free my friends
And the earth is full of steadfast love…
And the earth is full of unyielding truth…
And the earth is full of an age of blood…
And ancient youth
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5. |
Ascents [46]
03:54
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6. |
A River
03:39
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If the earth should change
If the hills should break
And the forests burn
And her face become ashen
If the stones should fall
And the waves reach tall
And the shook’n soil
Slide into the ocean
There is a river
And it sings
And it runs
Beneath All Things
There is a river
And it sings
And it runs
Beneath All Things
If the black gold burns
And the wheel yet turns
And the States keeps friends
Who pillage in their violence
And the feet do roam
And the gut turns stone
And the tears unknown
Shall long for the silence
There is a river
And it sings
And it runs
Beneath All Things
There is a river
And it sings
And it runs
Beneath All Things
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7. |
[37]
01:05
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8. |
The Gentle Strong
03:25
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Fret ye not, little heart
At the wheels that want and take and hurt
O forsake their heartless rage
For the wheels shall all lay down and be covered in moss
And the trees shall take back all their walls
And the gentle strong shall inherit the land
Be ancestors of the better days at hand
No wealth but life
No wealth but life
All shall be aright
Be not forged in their fires
Who live as though living were a war on life
Put your feet in the soil
And speak to the Yon thy delights and thy heart’s desires
And your justice wax still as the noon
And the gentle strong will inherit the land
Be ancestors of the better age at hand
No wealth but life
No wealth but life
All shall be aright
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9. |
[42]
00:50
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10. |
Why So Sad?
03:10
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Why so sad, Dear Soul?
Deep in the longing and your thirst
And I remember
Walking midst the crowds in the streets
All toward the house with dancing feet
And the procession was all
All’s a festival
Now all thy billows and thy waves have washed over me
Carrying a wound in my body
So many whispers in my ears
Oh I long for other years
Why so sad, Dear soul
The wastelands have an end
Ye shall praise again
Why so sad, Dear Soul?
Deep calls to deep in the swirl
And I remember
Walking midst you all upon the stones
Singing as though everywhere was home
The procession was all
All’s a festival
Now all thy billows and thy waves have washed over me
Cataracts crashing o’er my body
My tears have been my food
But theres a song that calls from you
Why so sad, Dear soul?
These wastelands have an end
Ye shall praise again
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11. |
[104]
03:51
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12. |
The Knowing
08:07
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All Things, filled with the knowing
And the song of the God-in-love
All cups overflowing
With the wine that flows down the mountainside
And every creature eats from the loving hand
And every creature rests on the loving breast
Yonder the sea great and wide
And leviathan sports in her arms
Lions wander in the shade
Looking for their food from the hand of God
And every creature eats from the loving hand
And every creature rests on the loving breast
Dear One, how’re you not knowing?
How can you not be in love?
How are you not drunk on the wine of it all?
And stunned when the shadows of the mountains fall?
And every creature’s prayer is on the blowing wind
And every step we take is a prayer we send
Wherefore this butchering the soil?
So may it perish from the earth
Wherefore these skies all a-boil?
So may this wickedness be no more
And every creature’s prayer is on the blowing wind
And every step we take is a prayer we send
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13. |
[87]
01:35
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14. |
Unholy States
03:22
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God love thee, ye gates that’re open
And the kindness therein a-spoken
Unmake the walled unholy states
Open up the goats’ lonely gates
Blessed be the soil that creates and waits
Where all are native
Resting bodies where the dwellings are singing
Bow thee low to meet the clear spring
Unmake the walled unholy states
Open up the goats’ lonely gates
Blessed be the soil that creates and waits
Where all are native
In the twilight of singers and dancers
And the painters of ruins of castles
Unmake the walled unholy states
Open up the goats’ lonely gates
Blessed be the soil that creates and waits
Where all are native
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15. |
[146]
01:48
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David Benjamin Blower Birmingham, UK
David Benjamin Blower: 6-string writer, poet, theologian and podcaster from Birmingham in the UK.
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