OK, I want to sing this, words of love.
"The Words of Love."
"I thank the world it will anoint me,
if I show it how I hold it," that's a quote from Will Oldham
that I took the tune from, his piece, "Minor Place."
[SINGING] "I pledge allegiance to the lamb,
and also to the other one.
The march is long, and now I stand again
on ground, fresh broken.
I had small difficulty made keeping up with your parade.
The underbrush was heavy, dense with sounds of distant fire.
I've been cut, and I've been frayed.
Spliced as whole as any maid.
Despite this rending, I have stayed in aisles of trees
amongst the shades.
Our loved ones, they have gone far
from camps of death and harm.
We're still in this mortal coil, words of love as leaves unfurl.
Now you and me, we're each alone.
Yellow cake and marrow bone, all sense of fear
now pass away, I trace a map along the way.
I pledge allegiance to the lamb, and also to the other one.
The march is long, and now I stand again
on ground, fresh broken."