Nancy Kerr
Nancy Kerr: https://nancykerr.bandcamp.com/track/the-priests-garden
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In the heart of the holy city, where the seeds of our shadows are sewn, sewn I was walking all in the priest’s garden, and I met a sweet child all alone, lone I met a sweet child all alone The hard rain it blew all around him til the black earth was riven with cares, cares And roses were bending and breaking. “Oh the ravens have stolen my prayers” he said “Oh the ravens have stolen my prayers” “I was sailing my own little rowboat with my cross and my bible and beads, beads It was built by my father and mother, and the name of that boat it was creed, creed And the name of that boat it was creed” Well a stream it flowed out of the village where the willows they weep by the ford, ford And that stream it grew into a river and the name of that river was Lord, Lord And the name of that river was Lord And that river flowed into the valley, and that valley flowed into a cave, cave At the heart of that cave was an altar, and the name on the altar was saved, saved And the name on the altar was saved But the raven is wary and wily for he covets our shadows in shame, shame And he’s wearing the rose of the holy and he’ll dare you to mention his name, name He’ll dare you to mention his name Dark roses they bloom in his garden and the roots they are fed upon fears, fears Though he preaches of penance and pardon, all the petals are covered in tears, tears All the petals are covered in tears I will pull down those brambles and briars where they grow from below and above, bove I will build a gate out of this garden, and the name on that gate shall be love, love And the name on that gate shall be love