Lyrics
THE PRODIGAL (Faulkner)
All things to Men must be as all things they must pass
As the pibroch’s lone lament regales the day
Fair to say: no man is an island
Come the day The Reckoning comes his way
Will you bathe me in the water?
Where the cool mountain stream’s running high
Will you carry: carry me there?
Where the high heather kisses the sky
No words of disdain crossed your lips to break your smile
No errant thoughts e’er wondered in your mind
Fair to say: I did not deserve you
To the fire; The Vanities of Man
Will you hear me: hear words calling:
Will the wild wind tear them apart?
Will you hold me in your warm arms:
Will you comfort The Prodigal’s heart?
All things to Men must be as all things they must pass
As the pibroch’s lone lament regales the day
Fair to say: no man is an island
Come the day The Reckoning comes his way
Will you bathe me in the water?
Where the high heather kisses the sky
Are you with me: Are we one voice?
Is there peace at the end of our day?
Will you be there shining brightly?
Standing strong for to guide me on my way
Will you hear me: Hear words calling?
Will the wild winds tear them apart?
Will you hold me in your warm arms?
Will you comfort The Prodigal’s heart?