[00:00.32]Evensong
[00:23.13]The day is over.
[00:25.33]
[00:27.02]And still so heavy on the mind:
[00:30.01]
[00:31.96]in flew glowing, smiling Mother, butterfly
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[00:39.78]in yellow
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[00:42.97]to join the frowning cactus crowd.
[00:46.00]
[00:48.02]Finding flowers - even there - to flutter round.
[00:53.11]
[00:57.32]I thought, Isn't Mother grand?
[01:00.32]
[01:01.02]The way she flies and flies
[01:03.20]
[01:04.11]into the sting of the cold
[01:06.24]
[01:06.93]and the prick of the barbed wire.
[01:09.30]
[01:13.25]Isn't mother grand
[01:15.07]
[01:15.76]to gladly fly and swiftly fly
[01:19.04]
[01:20.35]into the sting of the cold
[01:22.34]
[01:23.09]and the prick of the barbed wire.
[01:25.87]
[01:42.76]The day is over
[01:44.51]
[01:46.53]And still goes passing through the mind:
[01:49.90]
[01:51.60]in came glowing, smiling Mother, sure and kind.
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[01:59.29]To rouse us
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[02:02.35]to give ourselves out and to cry.
[02:06.00]
[02:07.50]Birth to warm intentions, worthless otherwise!
[02:11.90]
[02:16.73]Oh, the lives that brush against us,
[02:20.76]pass us by and by,
[02:22.51]
[02:23.70]the friends who may or may not come
[02:27.81]
[02:28.50]if we would first invite.
[02:30.66]
[02:32.86]Oh to open doors,
[02:34.52]
[02:35.27]to always gladly fly and fly
[02:38.11]
[02:39.83]into the sting of the cold
[02:41.89]
[02:42.51]and the prick of the barded wire
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