Andy Smythe: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

A song for my family.

The ravens swoop and stare
To feed from our hands
Their feathers waxed and black
As the leaves on which we stand
And my boy he stands so tall
Shrouded in the mist
A ghostly form each cell and stitch
Filled with light like silver fish

Oh to catch these pearls of blue
Falling from the sky
This morn to form the dew
Make us question why
We struggle for each breathe of life
Forget to stand and stare
Each taste of air so perfumed ripe
To beautiful to bear

Oh giver of life
Provider of my dreams
Strip me clean of my sins and devices
Wanna stand this day
With my spirit and my soul
Stripped bare in the bosom of love

Oh I know I’ve neglected you
Sweet lover eternal child
How can I restore renew
Vows abused defiled
Can the wind
Gush down these slopes
Sweep away the pain
Can these fallen leaves hope to whisper?
Words of love to a heart of shame