Triptych

Roxy Music © E.G. Music 1974


Here the soil is barren

Here – nothing grows
But crosses

They – know not what they do
You – your forgiveness
Falls as dew

Nailed upon a wooden frame
Twisted yet unbroken
Open mounted a silent choir
Understood, unspoken
Never was there heard a sound
Until the heavens opened

Now the tide is turning
To other-wordly yearning
Through the sun’s eclipse seems final
Surely he will rise again

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