Lilies

Again tonight I sang a song, a prayer if you will Fell to the floor on blackened knees, and all the trees fell still Press my hands between my thighs, and poured the thistle milk Begged the thunder bolts to strike and mark me as alive All of the lilies on the hill All of the lilies on the hill All of the lilies on the hill Scented the night And so I finished up my prayer, rose slowly and I stared But I was empty as a grave and ghost less was the air Laid back to bedden my eyes and searched those frivolous skies Again begged the thunder bolt to strike to mark me or else I will die All of the lilies on the hill All of the lilies on the hill All of the lilies on the hill Scented the night Any second before I sleep Any second before I sleep Did I believe what I did see? Did I believe what came to me? Appeared a figure of a man, waving upon the hill To the window I ran and saw what he had sent Children of a private world, to beacons conceived in milk Hundred marching to my door are bringing dreams to drink Thank God I'm alive! Thank God I'm alive! All of the lilies on the hill All of the lilies on the hill All of the lilies on the hill Scented the night