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Again tonight I sang a song, a prayer if you will Fell to the floor on blackened knees, and all the trees fell still Press my hands between my thighs, and pour the fissile milk Begged the thunder bolts to strike and mark me as alive All the lilies on the hill All the lilies on the hill All the lilies on the hill Scented the light And so I finished up my prayer, rose slowly and I stared But I was empty as a grave and ghost-less was the end Laid back to bed and dug my eyes and searched those frivolous skies Again begged the thunder bolt to strike to mark me or else I will die All the lilies on the hill All the lilies on the hill All the lilies on the hill Scented the night And in the seconds before I sleep And in the second before I sleep Did I believe what I did see? Did I believe what came to me? Appeared a figure of a man, waving upon the hill To the window I ran and saw what he had sent Children of a private world, to be conceived in milk Hundred marching to my door all bringing dreams to drink Thank God I'm alive! Thank God I'm alive! All the lilies on the hill All the lilies on the hill All the lilies on the hill Scented the night |