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Oh the sisters of mercy, |
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they are not departed or gone. |
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They were waiting for me |
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when I thought that I just can't go on. |
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And they brought me their comfort and later |
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they brought me this song. |
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Oh I hope you run into them, |
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you who've been travelling so long. |
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Yes you who must leave everything |
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that you cannot control. |
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It begins with your family, |
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but soon it comes around to your soul. |
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Well I've been where you're hanging, |
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I think I can see how you're pinned. |
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When you're not feeling holy, |
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your loneliness says that you've sinned. |
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Well they lay down beside me, |
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I made my confession to them. |
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They touched both my eyes |
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and I touched the dew on their hem. |
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If your life is a leaf |
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that the seasons tear off and condemn |
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they will bind you with love |
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that is graceful and green as a stem. |
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When I left they were sleeping, |
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I hope you run into them soon. |
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Don't turn on the lights, |
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you can read their address by the moon. |
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And you won't make me jealous |
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if I hear that they sweetened your night. |
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We weren't lovers like that |
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and besides it would still be all right, |
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We weren't lovers like that |
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and besides it would still be all right. |
