Brompton Oratory Lyrics

Brompton Oratory lyrics

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 Brompton Oratory



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 Up those stone steps I climb



 Hail this joyful day's return



 Into its great shadowed vault I go



 Hail the Pentecostal morn



 



 



 The reading is from Luke 24



 Where Christ returns to his loved ones



 I look at the stone apostles



 Think that it's alright for some



 



 



 And I wish that I was made of stone



 So that I would not have to see



 A beauty impossible to define



 A beauty impossible to believe



 



 



 A beauty impossible to endure



 The blood imparted in little sips



 The smell of you still on my hands



 As I bring the cup up to my lips



 



 



 No God up in the sky



 No devil beneath the sea



 Could do the job that you did, baby



 Of bringing me to my knees



 



 



 Outside I sit on the stone steps



 With nothing much to do



 Forlorn and exhausted, baby



 By the absence of you