He fellhr broke our lamp, a sphere of stone
Made by potters on the Suffolk Coast
The lamp was silent, it was he who groaned
I was not angry, though I may have moaned
I loved our lamps but I loved him the most
He fell so broke our lamp, a sphere of stone
For human time on earth is just a loan
And of it’s wasting, who am I to boast?
The lamp was quiet, the man it was who groaned
Like a candle when the flame is blown
His life force waned, I saw as I was close
He fell so broke our lamp, a sphere of stone
By the following week, his soul had flown
I heard the music of a distant Host
The room was quiet, my love no longer groaned
Of the love of God, I long to boast
Despite that, devils my heart froze
Why go down and break that lamp forlorn
The lamp is silent, now I am alone
How my heart sings 