In the heart of the wood In the closed forest Christ appeared to mein several forms One, two, three, four Swastika I'm told On the cliffs of Moher, I walked with Mary Behind the eyes of his innocence or guile The young old man talks of the brittle walls That held his son pinioned pinioned pinioned Mary walks on the cliffs but not on waters
Then Christ appeared as wind Mary runs down from the high wall Christ appears as flowers Down long path she walks Christ appears as the rubble That holds the stones That holds the paths That holds the feet to the bones of the earth Oh if she waits If she waits If she waits If she wakes Christ manifests slowly As the dust on her eyes Before she falls again into fields of sleep I would like this anger to dissolve
And i wait for another Revolution or revelation It doesn't too much matter Whether i see blood in wheals All shall be well she said But not to me Not to me Thee skeleton of the universe Barbed wire of bruised dead stars Remains unmoved When the mother ocean covers me I rush to drown with her breakers
All shall be well she said She said all shall be well But not for me But not for me