Nancy Kerr
Nancy Kerr: https://nancykerr.bandcamp.com/track/the-priests-garden
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