Tell me who gave us the Book of Doves Columba, Columba, Columba Tell me who gave us the Book of Doves Columba, Columba, Columba
What was the breadth of it? A furlong or four What was the depth of it? A fathom or five What was the heft of it? The heft of the darkness behind every star
And where did he find it, this Book of Doves? All in the Candida Casa And where did he find it, the Book of Doves? All in the Candida Casa
Made of the vellum and bound in the wolfskin, Encrusted with amethyst and topaz and beryl By numberless scribes in the cells of Saint Cyril (Enscribed on the spine with the Sign of the Fisherman) Written in Basque and Etruscan and Lydian Left here by Gideon Brought from the Bosphorus Died on the Cross for us
Stolen by Mammon and enshrined in the canon Forever abandoned in the Plains of Slamannan “Guilders and florins” say the wells of Saint Lawrence “Guilders and florins” say the bells of Saint Lawrence
Derry is down, Stirling’s away Sicily’s legion on the banks of the Tay Anglesey’s gone with the Angels of Mons Foula and Kilda will die ere they’re bornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
