i was born on wild mountain
when the snow lay deeper than the blues
in the midst of the darkest winter
long before the weeping willows bloom
to this day, i don't know where i'm going
to this day, i don't know where i stand
between the righteous and the wasted
in a mystery hidden from the man
far away from wild mountain
there is a house riddled with decay
where my heart, so tired of groaning
turns to stone and whittles life away
to this day, i don't know where i'm going
to this day, i don't know where i stand
between the righteous and the wasted
in a mystery hidden from the man
when i die on wild mountain
if the sun is hidden from the day
take me down to the banks of jordan
let the water carry me away
on that day, i won't know where i'm going
on that day, i won't know where i stand
between the righteous and the wasted
in a mystery hidden from the man
(i suppose that technically, weeping willows do bloom. are the blooms remarkable enough for that image to be a strong one)
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This is a great song
ReplyDeleteone of your best
karl rahner says of all human beings
that we are a mystery to ourselves
nothing finite can satisfy us
"The infinite emptiness which lies at the innermost center of man, cries out to be filled with the infinite fullness of God."
your last verse also has something in it
of the ultimate surrender of one's self
to the incomprehenisble mystery of God
i googled
ReplyDeletelife of a willow tree
hit
the power of the willow tree
you might find that interesting
can't wait to hear that song sung
never anything new over here
ReplyDeletesame damn stuff time afer time
don't you know it's all about something new new new
how will the world continue to turn