Storm in the Eye of God
The Sailor-man who knew the truth
Below the shingle, sand and weed
Battened down the memories
Of the "Motor Vessel Cruel Deed"
The purple veins across his cheeks
Ran scarlet in the sunset's pyre
He heard the bosun tell the crew
"There are no pictures in the fire"
"There's only a storm in the eye of God"
Only a storm in the eye of God
The Eskimo had settled down
To sleep away the endless years
His rifle and his crucifix
He tied and tethered to his fears
Without the sun, his unicorn
And had to perished in the frozen mire
He'd learned the hunter's homily
There are no pictures in the fire
There's only a storm in the eye of God
Only a storm in the eye of God
The peasant squatted in the mud
Upon the ground that he had ploughed
His lifted eyes and leather lines
Appeasing every gathered cloud
His spirit, ash to history's flame
Went wheezing through the creeping briar
The sun bled through the thorns and said
"There are no pictures in the fire"
"There's only a storm in the eye of God"
Only a storm in the eye of God
As the ones and twos became a flood
So we became discourteous
The peasants and the sailors and
The hunters and the rest of us
Took aim as they approached the flame
And shot away their leading tyre
There may be comfort in their dreams
There are no pictures in the fire
There's only a storm in the eye of God
Only a storm in the eye of God
Below the shingle, sand and weed
Battened down the memories
Of the "Motor Vessel Cruel Deed"
The purple veins across his cheeks
Ran scarlet in the sunset's pyre
He heard the bosun tell the crew
"There are no pictures in the fire"
"There's only a storm in the eye of God"
Only a storm in the eye of God
The Eskimo had settled down
To sleep away the endless years
His rifle and his crucifix
He tied and tethered to his fears
Without the sun, his unicorn
And had to perished in the frozen mire
He'd learned the hunter's homily
There are no pictures in the fire
There's only a storm in the eye of God
Only a storm in the eye of God
The peasant squatted in the mud
Upon the ground that he had ploughed
His lifted eyes and leather lines
Appeasing every gathered cloud
His spirit, ash to history's flame
Went wheezing through the creeping briar
The sun bled through the thorns and said
"There are no pictures in the fire"
"There's only a storm in the eye of God"
Only a storm in the eye of God
As the ones and twos became a flood
So we became discourteous
The peasants and the sailors and
The hunters and the rest of us
Took aim as they approached the flame
And shot away their leading tyre
There may be comfort in their dreams
There are no pictures in the fire
There's only a storm in the eye of God
Only a storm in the eye of God
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Writer(s): Trevor Midgley
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