Prayer Song #9 Lyrics

Oh I have grown fat on the feasts of your pleasure

And I have grown fey on the fruits of your vine

And I would lay down all my fancies and feathers

If you would lay down with me by your side

And the lark cries for Joy at the glad day's arising

And the mourning dove weeps for what's lost and gone

And I would cast off all these dark thoughts that blind me

And be the clear flute for the breath of your song

Didle die dee didle die

Didle die dee didle die die

Didle die dee didle die

Die dee didle die die

My steps fall behind my soul's torn and tattered

In the cave of my mind I am bent out of tune

If you heard my voice and could feel how I've shattered

Would you rock me to sleep by the light of the moon

Didle die dee didle die

Didle die dee didle die die

Didle die dee didle die

Die dee didle die die

For it's when I was lost it was your eyes that found me

And when I was found your heart brought me home

And I don't know why i cannot stand beside me

When your sweet music plays I do not dance alone

Didle die dee didle die

Didle die dee didle die die

Didle die dee didle die

Die dee didle die die

Didle die dee didle die

Didle die dee didle die die

Didle die dee didle die

Die dee didle die die