With the Mass in Latin,I believed. The words evoked what no-one could conceive The women in their hats looked like proud queens What was, what is, and what once might have been The men came late,hung over, full of dreams They took no Wafer, drunk from living streams I did not mind confessing made up sins. Nor did I mind beans found in small tins.
Religion gives fresh themes to those obsessed Guilt and sin,but scruples are the best I went to church and told God I was through He said, hang on,I’ll send my Light to you.
Thus it was that I was saved from death I had worshipped Satan in duress. After that I took a job for health I am rich in love, though not in wealth
To me there is a White House of the Soul We shall meet again there when we’re whole A place of beauty, space and coloured light God won’t boast, and neither will the mice
Trees lean over, watchful as we meet The tall ones do not shiver in the breeze Trees can hear the torment in our speech We have flowering cherry in our street But mine died like my lover with great ease Trees lean over listening as we meet
The tree won’t bend too close, it will not reach As panic,worry, horror,nightmares squeeze Trees discern the music in our squeaks
Alas, no tree has mastered human speech But when they can, they coax the honey bees Trees lean over sweetly as we meet
The leaves will rustle,wrestle and may tease Smile for selfies,what’s the word, it’s cheese Trees lean over, wonder, and conceive Yet trees hate noone, nor do they believe
Trees are deeply rooted,trees can’t walk They don’t sleep nor do they stay awake Trees can’t sin because they cannot talk Trees are deeply rooted,trees can’t walk Can’t exclaim when they espy a hawk Trees will bend and so they do not break Trees are deeply rooted,trees can’t walk They don’t sleep nor do they stay awake
Searching in this city I may find you Then you will desire to come back home In my savaged heart I feel this true Seeking in this city I may find you I’m searching all the places that we knew From Greenwich up to Amersham I roam There is nowhere in this city I can find you I grieve for you will never come back home