I feel that something now in me is fading and is slowing |
A sense perhaps, that I was ever strong |
Though hereabout tall lime trees still, are shadowed and are growing |
My shadow, as a shadow, isn't now so deep or long. |
A sense perhaps, that I was ever strong |
Has vanished, and I fail to make impressions, that will linger |
My shadow, as a shadow, isn't now so deep or long. |
The book I read defeats me, I'm afraid the moving finger |
Has vanished, and I fail to make impressions, that will linger |
To show me what my eyes are resting on. |
The book I read defeats me, I'm afraid the moving finger |
That once would follow holy light through tricks and paradoxes vast |
And win me through to truth at last |
Now fails as my eyes blur with tears of sorrow |
That once would follow holy light through tricks and paradoxes vast |
Unsightful now just flinch against the twilight of the morrow |
Now: fails as my eyes blur with tears of sorrow. |
And the older that my eyes get, the less they greet the morning |
Unsightful now just flinch against the twilight of the morrow |
As I shiver in the coolness, and hollows that are yawning |
And the older that my eyes get, the less they greet the morning |
For the grey of life grows over all my strength |
As I shiver in the coolness, and hollows that are yawning |
And the other shadows lengthen and are darker in their length |
For the grey of life grows over all my strength |
Like moss or creeping lichen on the stonework of the altar |
And the other shadows lengthen and are darker in their length |
As the last nights now are falling, when the powers of light must falter |
Like moss or creeping lichen on the stonework of the altar |
That once would exalt living light, in starlights on the dome of night |
As the last nights now are falling, when the powers of light must falter |
Unless the Sun will rise again, in warmth and love and light |
That once would exalt living light, in starlights on the dome of night |
Though hereabout tall lime trees still, are shadowed and are growing |
Unless the Sun will rise again, in warmth and love and light |
I feel that something now in me is fading and is slowing |
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Shadows - a Lemon Cohen Song
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