If you come with me tonight
We will lie in lantern light
Oh my sacred concubine
You drink my sorrow like sweet wine
If we lie beneath this moon
I will pour my spell on you
I’ll unfold you in the hue
of the morning fire
And I’ll hold your body frail
Beneath the blanket skies of winter
And I’ll tell you all the tale
Of the blackbird and the widow
And he passed in silent meadow
But she did not see him there
crouching high up in the willow
behind feather mask he stared
It is death in black winged body
And he watched her walking down
to lay the flowers of her garden
before his stone, upon the mound
And the blackbird and the widow
And all the spirits of this earth
They all weep to know of crying
They all ache to know of hurt
And we sleep to practice dying
And we awake to recall our births
And we dream to practice flying
For when our souls shall leave this earth
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth