About This Song
The lyrics in the intro are from a poem by William Blake:
He who binds to himself a joy / Does the winged life destroy / He who kisses the joy as it flies / Lives in eternity's sunrise
Lyrics
Who should bind themselves to joy
Would it’s winged life destroy
Those who kiss it flying by
Live in eternal sunrise
But what am I?
Why should I wait here?
Knocking at your door
Pulling at your sleeves
Walking on your shores
Maybe I should trust you?
When you call out to me
Desperate all my life
Tangled up in you
Sycophant, sycophant— blessing!
And I know that I should let you go
But I’m hungry hearted and on the floor
The sweet perfume of your afterglow
Casts a spell on me always more
Wakes me up from my deepest sleep
Alive to your fragrant mystery
Cascade through my history
And still you say: I should let this go?
Sycophant, sycophant— blessing!
At the edge of the world
Off the lip of it’s curve
A raven will return
Flying over earth
Then off the edge the cliff
In the mouth of the bird
A circle song returns
Comforting the world