The Glorious Dead

歌詞

The bells at St. Martin's heave and moan, rolling like an army down the hill Horses guard the gates like sweating stone where the glorious dead just can't keep still She hikes her gown then moves, now everything is news: Returning time, refusing all I know But lifts my eyes Standing by the strong arm of the sea Desire waving out from ship to shore The fallen day has made quick work of me, the rising moon still asking something more The queen rides by, a great hat on her head, she waves as if she wants to draw me near Flowers fly like flags above the dead, And fill the sky like every rising cheer Well, once I laid my finger to your lips like they were a Bible writ in Braille And might be moved to let a secret slip, might be open to the twisting of the tale