Hallelujah for a women's love
Once when I cried for freedom
For freedoms ancient sleep
I lay on my bed in my kingdom
Feeling sad so sad and bleak.
Once when I laughed the world laughed too
And so my one true love did you;
Once when my heart was a ball and chain,
Love—saved my soul from the pain.
Once when the sun was cold,
And the moon was warm.
"I listened to those thoughts..? "
Echoing in my soul!
And sang: Hallelujah...
Hey, hey, hallelujah...
Hey, hey, hallelujah...
Once when all hope seemed a pitiless dream
I sat by your side and prayed.
And like Job I vented my anger at the earth
For giving me eyes life staid.
{In this shadows burning, shade! }
But you touched my soul
With your angel-wingtips
And alter bread your body,
Across my swollen lips!
As the suns and moons were shed,
Oh then I knew for sure, I wasn't dead.
As angels wailed, and fled...
I gave thanks to a women's bed.
Hallelujah...
Hey, hey, hallelujah...
Hey, hey, hallelujah...
For a women's love is a shapely thing!
That'll make you sing...
Hallelujah...
Hey, hey, hallelujah...
poem by Mark Heathcote
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