You got me singing

Even though the news is bad

You got me singing

The only song I ever had

You got me singing

Ever since the river died

You got me thinking

Of all the places we could hide

You got me singing

(Singing) even though the world is gone

You got me thinking

(Thinking 'bout our life together) that I'd like to carry on, ohh

You got me singing

(Signing) even though it all looks grim

You got me singing

(Singing) the Hallelujah hymn

You got me singing

(Singing) like a prisoner in a jail

You got me singing

(Singing) like my pardon's in the mail

You got me wishing

Wishing our little love would last

You got me thinking like those people of the past

You got me singing

Even though the world is gone

You got me thinking

(Thinking that) I'd like to carry on, ohh

You got me singing

(Singing) even though it all went wrong

You got me singing

(Singing) the Hallelujah song

My Beloved Deborah Hart (17/1/59 — 21/10/24)

… I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new

In city and in forest they smiled like me and you

But now it's come to distances and both of us must try

Your eyes are soft with sorrow

Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

… I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time

Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme

You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me

It's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea

But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie

Your eyes are soft with sorrow

Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

… I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new

In city and in forest they smiled like me and you

But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie

Your eyes are soft with sorrow

Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

Most of the time one is discouraged by the work, 

but now and again 

by some grace 

something stands out 

and invites you to work on it, 

to elaborate it 

or animate it in some way. 

It's a mysterious process.

Act the way you'd like to be 

and soon you'll be the way you act.

From bitter searching of the heart,

Quickened with passion and with pain

We rise to play a greater part.

This is the faith from which we start:

Men shall know commonwealth again

From bitter searching of the heart.

We loved the easy and the smart,

But now, with keener hand and brain,

We rise to play a greater part.

The lesser loyalties depart,

And neither race nor creed remain

From bitter searching of the heart.

Not steering by the venal chart

That tricked the mass for private gain,

We rise to play a greater part.

Reshaping narrow law and art

Whose symbols are the millions slain,

From bitter searching of the heart

We rise to play a greater part.

Music is the emotional life of most people.

But climb on your tears and be silent 

Like a rose on its ladder of thorns 

... 

Then lay your rose on the fire 

The fire give up to the sun

Any startling piece of work has a subversive element in it, 

a delicious element often.

It's like our visit to the moon
or to that other star 

I guess you go for nothing
if you really want to go that far.

And just when you mean to tell her 

That you have no love to give her 

Then she gets you on her wavelength 

And she lets the river answer 

That you've always been her lover 

And you want to travel with her 

And you want to travel blind 

And you know that she will trust you 

For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

It is in love that we are made;

In love we disappear.

And I know from her eyes 

and I know from her smile 

that tonight will be fine, 

will be fine, will be fine, will be fine 

for a while.

Nothing left to do 

when you know that you've been taken. 

Nothing left to do 

when you're begging for a crumb 

Nothing left to do 

when you've got to go on waiting 

waiting for the miracle to come.

And the night came on 

It was very calm 

I wanted the night to go on and on

I am not the one who loves – 

It’s love that seizes me.

I lost my job forever.

I was counted with the dead.

It was deep into his fiery heart 

he took the dust of Joan of Arc, 

and then she clearly understood 

if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.