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1. she scattered crumbs | 2. the waking dream | 3. awake awake | 4. prodigal child | 5. you won’t know | 6. the golden boy | 7. one star left in the window | 8. darker than the dark of night | 9. joy is your new song | 10. i know this place like the back of my hand | 11. the apple river | 12. i sought comfort | 13. the velvet earth


1.she scattered crumbs

She scattered crumbs, to bring the small birds down, With their brightly feathered wings, To share with her old grey eyes.

And weave their notes around her window frame, In a tapestry of life, to fill up the vacant days… And night skies dark, would bear her pain away, And star-dark night would carry her pain away.

She hung out words, to call the angels down, With their richly painted wings, to colour her hollow tears.

The morning star could carve out another day, The dust of years adrift, on one bright golden beam.

And wonder why? In her mind many days grew dark And wonder why in her mind many days grew dark.

She shed her wings, and gathered the dark around, With nothing in her Hope, but a death in the bed of night, In some place Shone, adrift on a summer’s wave, A daisy flower of light, in the struggle of dust and clay.

Pray only love, would wash all her fear away, Pray only love would wash every tear away.

She put out crumbs, to bring the small birds down, With their brightly coloured wings, to share with her old grey eyes.

©Ger Wolfe 2005.

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2.the waking dream

Here is the picture of a waking dream, Every corner in a stitch of time,
Drawing together every colour seen, Into the footstep of un-ending life.

And the painter is not hiding in galaxies unseen, Oh no the painter is in every atom of the dream.

Here in the shadow of a broken life, Look at the darkness and the withered hand,
Into the dry bed of a long dead stream Picture the flower in a desert land.

And now the painter is not hiding in galaxies unseen, Oh no, the painter is in every molecule of dream.

©GerWolfe 2006.

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3.awake awake

Awake, awake oh sleeping child,
Arise and go to the garden wide,
It’s calling you through the narrow gate,
It’s calling you and you can’t be late,
It’s calling you through the narrow gate,
Keeps calling you and you can’t be late.

Come with your dreams and go,
Dressed in the colour of hope
Come with your dreams and go,
Dressed in the colour of Hope.

Like dream lit bright around your head,
The wheat of life will be your bread,
Come fill your glass to the brim and top
Up all your hope with the sweetest drop.

Come fill your glass to the brim and top,
Up all your hope with the sweetest drop.

Oh take your cup and your empty bowl,
And bury them deep in an empty hole,
Come straight right through with your heart held high,
Come straight right through, open up your eyes.

Come straight right through with your heart held high,
Come straight right through, open up your eyes.

©GerWolfe 1997.

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4.prodigal child

Prodigal child and your eyes burning red
What are you going to do now?

Out on the road roaring songs in your head,
You long for the stars and the plough

Gather your papers and cover your pen,
Just what you hold in your hand.

Carry no thing that would burden your heart,
Gold that turns nothing but sand.

Bury your words, bury your words,
Or let them all off like the clouds and the birds.

Carry me porter and carry me wine,
Spare not the song of your heart.

Offer him all that you have in your store,
Right from the glorious start.

Sorrow forgiven and slave you run free, Conquer the death in your soul,
Spread out the mantle of Heaven for you, A cloth that would cover us all.

Bury your words, bury your words,
or let them all off like the clouds and the birds.

Prodigal child and your eyes burning red,
What are you going to do now?

Out on the road roaring songs in your head,
You long for the stars and the plough.

©Ger Wolfe 2003.

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5.you won’t know.

You won’t know, ‘til you go,
Embrace the falling tree,
Inhale this morning’s breeze and sing.

You won’t know, if they’ll grow,
Until you place the seed,
Within the earthen bed and wait.

Don’t delay, kiss the day,
The clock hands brush across
The mouth of morning asking ‘now?’.

Time won’t wait, at your gate,
‘Til everything is right,
Here comes your father’s voice again.

Look out now, fruited bow,
The world is springing green,
Turn off that ould machine and dance.

You won’t know,
Till you go,
Inhale the breath of Life,
You know that all you have is now.

© Ger Wolfe 2005.

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6.the golden boy.

The golden boy who never broke a cup, broke a cup
Burnt all his winter clothes and stood to look, stood to look,
Out at the mountains of the world and shook, world and shook,
His quiet broken spirit like a book, an open book,
At all the safe-as-houses boys and girls who laughed and cried and whispered as a river to the dark and lonely raging open sea,
Behold the Lamb of God, before the Lamb of God; behold the Lamb of God,
He sang to me.

The Diamond girl who never sang her heart, sang her heart,
Swam in the ocean of an endless dream, the wolf stole every syllable and word,
Until she grabbed the page of the nettled book, the nettled book.

The Diamond girl who never sang her heart, sang her heart,
Swam in the ocean of an endless dream, the wolf stole every syllable and word,
Until she grabbed the page of the nettled book, the nettled book.

The broken hearted clown who laughed and lost, laughed and lost,
Stood up and shed his make -up and his mask, and his mask,
Went skyward -giggling at all who asked, why? they asked,
Broke all the windows in their house of glass, cartwheel -fast.

Oh all the safe as houses girls and boys, who laugh and cry and whisper as a river to the wild and lonely, raging open sea
Behold the Lamb of God, behold the Lamb of God, He sang to me, set me free.

© Ger Wolfe 2005.

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7.one star left in the window

There is one star left in the window,
Saying, “sweetly close your eyes,
Put your prayer under your pillow
And your dream behind your eyes”,
And the songbird sings in the garden,
“ Let the river softly flow,
And the world go on regardless,
In the things you don’t yet know,
In the things you don’t yet know..”

I hope you sleep in the deepest dream-song
And you wake to the early Morning,
I hope you sleep in the deepest dream-song,
And you wake to the early morning.

There is one dance left in the dancer,
All the notes are gone to seed,
And each footstep lasts forever,
In the only dance you need

And one flower colours your journey
From the cradle to the sun,
And the song you sang in season,
Is not only but begun
Is not only but begun.

© Ger Wolfe 2005.

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8.darker than the dark of night.

Darker than the dark of night,
Bleaker than deep winter’s night,
Cut inside your beauty like a razor in a rose.

Shining in your deep despair,
Stars are falling in your hair,
Blind to all his Majesty, shining in all finery,
Rise above the darkness in your soul.

Purest light guide you on
Purest light bring you home
Shining light in your soul.

Footstep cobble song unheard,
Echo nothing, not a word,
Visions of your sorrow like a razor in the rose.

River-deep and flowing still,
To the edge of Anger-hill,
High up you will trickle down,
Sing the prison and the town,
Pray dispel the darkness in your soul.

Purest light guide you on
Purest light bring you home
Shining love in your soul.

© Ger Wolfe 2005.

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9.joy is your new song.

From the prison of despair,
See the blue and yellow crocus
Singing high unto the dawn,
Where the bars are sharp and reckless
In the eyes of your oul song.

And the garden out beyond,
Where the birds are singing ‘morning bright’
And the sun is carried in
On a throne that bears her sunlight
In a casket of blue sky.

Blue and yellow is the reason,
And joy is your new song,
Blue and yellow is the season
Of the spring where you belong.

Sorrow was your song.
When the casket full of life,
Bears you oranges and fruit
Out of the orchard of Belief,
Oh, can you hear the birds
Above your head sing bright and free,
Or the sun belt down in awe,
At the wonder of the ocean in
The womb of Life and Death,

Or the grass grow green and furious
In the garden of your soul,
Blue and yellow is the season
And Joy is your new song,
Blue and yellow is the reason for
The spring where you belong,
Sorrow was your song …
Blue and yellow is the reason

And joy is your new song,
Blue and yellow is the season
Of the spring where you belong,
Sorrow was your song; sorrow was your song,
Joy is your new, Joy is your new, Joy is your new song.

© Ger Wolfe 1998.

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10.i know this place like the back of my hand

I know this place like the back of my hand, each twisted knuckle the years have worn down,
Carved by the wind in the valley of waves, held in it’s arms like a newly born child,
I know the way, I know the way, I know the way to, the way to the sea.

I’ve been there by foot and I’ve been there by wheel, my fingers touched every tide my heart feels, the pulse of the Spring when the new waters rise, feast of Creation laid out for our eyes.
Out to the mouth of the river I’ll float, out on the song of my Winter-built boat,
To walk this land I am chained I am free,
The Lord God knows every sand-grain of me

© Ger Wolfe 1995.

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11.the apple river

I dreamt I heard the apple river flow, down underneath the dancing tree and sky
And in a magic symphony below, I can believe I saw Creation cry,
Are you awake, are you awake, are you awake where you lie?

I dreamt the seed in sunlight was your hair, sprouted a tree of beauty far and wide,
And in it’s branches rested snow-white doves, and in a glance you showered them all with smile.
I dreamt we slept in towers far from home, and in the garden we were sent to go, down to the ocean dancing silver foam, I can believe we saw white horses run…

© Ger Wolfe 1994.

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12.i sought comfort

I sought comfort deep as summer,
I found forgiveness deep as rainfall,
Found forgiveness fills my heart.

Between sunrise, and sweet moonsong
Lost in silence I saw your pulsing
Lost in silence sings the stars.

Kissed the queen as she lay sleeping,
Breath like roses stolen jewels
Breath like roses poisoned heart.

Word of weeping grief and wailing,
Scatter visions stonefall, raincut,
Scattered visions tears and dark.

Blossoms farewell bellow autumn,
Seems like harvest dug in furrows
Seems like Harvest, visions go, visions go.

© Ger Wolfe 1996.

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13.the velvet earth

His Feet were used to the touch of the Velvet earth,
The meadows blossomed when he walked his way,
The valleys rang with the music of his mirth,
He stooped to cut his birthmark in the clay.
All his life guiding life, all his light guiding light.
His face was used to the kiss of the summer rain,
Blue lilacs filled his head of fragrant days,
The breeze crept through the headland of his heart,
And rested breathing springtime on her wings.
His eyes were used to the stars on the hill and high,
And golden hayfields trembled in his dark,
The river bore his sorrow through the night,
And heather-held to bog he etched his name.
All his life guiding light, all his light-calling life
All his life guiding light, all his life-guiding Life.

© Ger Wolfe 2005.

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                                                                © Ger Wolfe 2011