A Song for St. Cecilia's Daydream

In dying notes discovers
The woes of hopeless lovers
Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute

Sharp violins proclaim
Their jealous pangs, and desperation
Fury, frantic indignation

Holy land
Where the apple falls from the open hand of love
And then you kicked it
You kicked it all the way
to the river and now it's floating

Notes the wing their heavenly ways
To mend the choirs above
Orpheus could lead the savage race
The trees unrooted left their place
Sequacious of the lyre
But bright Cecila raised the wonder higher

Holy land
Where the apple falls from the open hand of love
And then you kicked it
You kicked it all the way
To the river and now it's floating

So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour
The trumpet shall be heard on high
The dead shall live, and living die
And music shall untune the sky

It's floating



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Andrews
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