Nunc Dimittis
A promise promised to be kept in winter sun
The time is coming and the faithful faces home
A cold dead wind that's killing living land
The old man holds the baby in his hands
The pages turning and the temple wakes to sound
The table's laid in the gaze of all around
Words, words spoken with a measure he can feel
Light, light lighten to the glory that is real
The time is coming and the faithful faces home
A cold dead wind that's killing living land
The old man holds the baby in his hands
The pages turning and the temple wakes to sound
The table's laid in the gaze of all around
Words, words spoken with a measure he can feel
Light, light lighten to the glory that is real
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