Bruce Cockburn Lament For The Last Days Lyrics

Lament For The Last Days Lyrics

The crescent moon is rising slow

Swiftly blades in ice do grow

On
the branches star-bleached snow

Waits while time is passing 



Outside the door the dancer whirls

Chiming bells and shining curls

Flying footsteps in the snow

Rhyme the rhythm of ruin 



Beside the wall the beggars call

"Man have mercy on us all"

The
night-bound choir inside chants on --

A hymn to brick and pistols 



You can stumble, you can fall

Or you can make the nations
crawl

But when death comes in to call

He don't care about it 



Oh, Satan take thy cup away

For i'll not drink your wine
today

I'll reach for the chalice of light

That stands on Jesus'
table