Love and Words

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the wind that blows between

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Listen.

Listen to the story,

and you will never find me wanting.

Listen.

Listen,

and you will never find love wanting.


There was a woman,

who shone bright as the sun,

and she stared across,

the wild blue sea.

and with her arms she reached and pulled down,

all the stars and all the trees.


Listen.

Listen to the story.


There was a bell,

that had been made,

a million miles away.

And it came to roost,

in the limb of a tree,

for the woman,

had pulled it from the sea.


Listen.

Listen.


There was a monk,

who traveled o'er the land,

till he came to the cliff

where the woman would stand.

She bowed low.

He grinned.

The wind rose up,

and the bell rang,

and the bell rang,

 


on the wind that blows between.


Oh lord forgive me if sometimes I use,

the names of things instead of you.

But this world is so huge,

and this love is so large,

its just gotta be called by name,

its just gotta be called everything.


The monk dances,

to the sound of the bell,

as the woman claps and sings,

and shines the light

that comes from the sea

and shows them all

the life that rises and falls

on the wind, 

that blows between.


Oh lord forgive me if sometimes I use,

the names of things instead of you.

But this world is so huge,

and this love is so large,

its just gotta be called by name,

its just gotta be called everything.

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