The Beautiful Axe
by Wovenhand
From the album: Ten Stones
Track 1 of 11 on Ten Stones (2008).
Duration: 5:27
Lyrics for The Beautiful Axe
The night holds Holds a candle to you I see you are a hummingbird Living in the shadows of law Cleave her to vivid of dreams Picture before you The living word He did ascend away To prepare a place Let the sound together hold you To the humble he has given grace From the proud he hides his face From the proud he hide his face Joy has come It rises with the son He the highest on the horizon Joy has come In the mind that I see Beautiful the axe that flies at me In the yard More than fourty birds For to write upon my mind We fall out into the street As the last one flies The last one in kind On the morning of the second day And old skin vision of my hope and stay A flaw in the man whichever way Thinking of his color