Human Faces ft. Hazel O'Connor Lyrics

Come to me, human faces

Familiar memories

I have found hateful eyes

Among the desolate places

Unfaltering, unmoistened eyes

Folly alone I cherish

I choose it for my share

Being but a mouthful of air

I am content to perish

I am but a mouthful of sweet air

O lamentable shadows

Obscurity of strife

I choose a pleasant life

Among indolent meadows

Wisdom must live a bitter life

"The man that I praise"

Cries out the empty well

Lives all his days

Where a hand on the bell

Can call the milch cows

To the comfortable door of his house

"The man that I praise"

Cries out the leafless tree

'Has married and stays

By an old hearth and he

On naught has set store

But children and dogs on the floor