Yes I will, 'deed I will.
If I may, if I might, if I can.
Once upon a passing night dream
he beheld a mystic image bathed in blue reflection.
Then he stood and made his song,
closed his eyes to feel the thunder
echo like a wave around him;
love was in this strange house,
and he knew he did belong, yes he did belong.
Yes I will, 'deed I will. If I might,if I can.
And cold it was within the marrow,
waiting like a wounded sparrow,
helpless and forgotten while the radio played on.
Sing your song you fool, you dreamer;
'cross the s***e that lies between us;
cast the stones of fortune,
for the journey has begun, yes it has begun.
So you do, so you want to be giving.
Say it out loud if you need to be holy.
So you do, so you want to be loving;
say it out now if you need to be holier still.
The man on the right is a man undone
he'd give you his soul if you asked him for some.
A child in his way for he needs to believe
that love is a song for each man to sing.
Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
calling from the morning mountain,
singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.
The man in between waits between the two
not hearing the lie and not seeing the true.
Unknowing what is and denying what seems
and there he will sleep the man in between.
Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
calling from the morning mountain,
singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.
Lady Magdelene, make the sound of silent thunder
calling from the lips of Abraham
make a sound that we may wonder, where we are.
Take us to you soul for we have wandered far.
The man on the right was a man undone
the man on the left like a prize unwon.
And God only knows what their time will bring
or what will become of the man in between.
If I may, if I might, if I can.
Once upon a passing night dream
he beheld a mystic image bathed in blue reflection.
Then he stood and made his song,
closed his eyes to feel the thunder
echo like a wave around him;
love was in this strange house,
and he knew he did belong, yes he did belong.
Yes I will, 'deed I will. If I might,if I can.
And cold it was within the marrow,
waiting like a wounded sparrow,
helpless and forgotten while the radio played on.
Sing your song you fool, you dreamer;
'cross the s***e that lies between us;
cast the stones of fortune,
for the journey has begun, yes it has begun.
So you do, so you want to be giving.
Say it out loud if you need to be holy.
So you do, so you want to be loving;
say it out now if you need to be holier still.
The man on the right is a man undone
he'd give you his soul if you asked him for some.
A child in his way for he needs to believe
that love is a song for each man to sing.
Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
calling from the morning mountain,
singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.
The man in between waits between the two
not hearing the lie and not seeing the true.
Unknowing what is and denying what seems
and there he will sleep the man in between.
Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
calling from the morning mountain,
singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.
Lady Magdelene, make the sound of silent thunder
calling from the lips of Abraham
make a sound that we may wonder, where we are.
Take us to you soul for we have wandered far.
The man on the right was a man undone
the man on the left like a prize unwon.
And God only knows what their time will bring
or what will become of the man in between.