Prayer At The Gate
As childhood died the old year
Made The Soldier reappear
The ash-embowered night and day
As at the gate she prayed
Wyman, am I worthy?
Speak your wordle to me
And drisk shrouded in its cloak
Holway, river, brook and oak
All souls under Orlam's reign
Made passage for the born again
So look behind, look before
Life knocking at death's door
And teake to your dark-haired Lord
Forever bleeding with The Word
So look before, look behind
Life and death all intertwined
And teake to your dark-haired Lord
Forever bleeding with The Word
