Woman, look to the mirror In the autumn of your years Woman, you try so hard in hidin' As you're makin' up at the vanity of your fears
You're paintin' your face in the mornin' And you touch up your grey-streaked hair with a dye of auburn-brown With a pencil you're linin' your eyes to a smile But the years of your hardened heart 'still turnin' your mouth to a frown So take off your mask..., my lady The Marriage will come..., so prepare for the cleansing in the Lamb
See the diamonds in that crown you've been wearin' Now do they resemble the thorns in the crown He did bear? Did He see you..., clothed in scarlet linen As you turned out the homeless from your door with only a prayer?
Did you remember the Power, how He Loved those who pierced Him As you were crusadin' by the power of your blood-stained sword? Were you sleepin' with kings in a bed that denied Him? Now will you let go the gavel to hold the nail-scarred hands He bore So take off your mask..., my lady The Marriage will come..., so prepare for the cleansing in the Lamb
Woman, look to the mirror What will He desire in you in the autumn of your years? Your sins have marred you, but He will bring you beauty again He will hold you if you'll cry a humble tearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
