The Fact That My Songs

And I'll Dance With You In Vienna, I'll Be Wearing A River's Disguise. The Hyacinth Wild On My Shoulder My Mouth On The Dew Of Your Thighs. And I'll Bury My Soul In A Scrapbook, With The Photographs There And The Moss. And I'll Yield To The Flood Of Your Beauty, My Cheap Violin And My Cross.

The Blizzard Of The World Has Crossed The Threshold And It's Overturned The Order Of The Soul.

Hallelujah" "your Faith Was Strong But You Needed Proof. You Saw Her Bathing On The Roof. Her Beauty And The Moonlight Overthrew You. She Tied You To A Kitchen Chair, She Broke Your Throne, And She Cut Your Hair. And From Your Lips She Drew The Hallelujah.

And Most People Have A Woman In Their Heart, Most Men Have A Woman In Their Heart And Most Women Have A Man In Their Heart.

My Heart Sings Of Your Longing For Me, And My Thoughts Climb Down To Marvel At Your Mercy. I Do Not Fear As You Gather Up My Days. Your Name Is The Sweetness Of Time, And You Carry Me Close Into The Night, Speaking Consolations, Drawing Down Lights From The Sky, Saying, See How The Night Has No Terrors For One Who Remembers The Name.