Sinead O'Brien - Multitudes Lyrics


Sinead O'Brien - Multitudes Lyrics

If I must look on every blessed thing

And sing the praises

Praise the honest thing

A babe before angel wings

And let the rain come down in showers

The way the blessed things give meaning to the hours

Then I must be a singer set me free let me sing

Let me make a song for all the things I look upon

Praise the ladies all in waiting

Waiting for a knelling bell to toll all things still

There is a perfect stalking prey with hawking patience

Praise an honest thing

A babe before angel wings

Praise the honest thing

 

Annihilation on my tail

Time stretch and bend the bower

In ridicules the clocks remain

Promise not to stretch the hours

 

Time bend and break the bower

 

Praise the vision who returns in multitudes

Blinded by indecision

Bleach the books and let the tools go to ruin

Praise the body precious

Fearful beauty looks into the lowliness of submission

Burnt and bleached by desert suns

Praise the vision who returns

In multitudes comes and comes

Praise the vision

 

Annihilation on my tail

Time stretch and bend the bower

In ridicules the clocks remain

Promise not to stretch the hours

 

Time bend and break the bower

 

When I see in eyes a glitter

Hints of futures

The mystery of unknown shores

And unnamed waters

Walk with me and show me all that the cliffs contain

If I must look on everything

I must sing before the language shifts again

Rushing on the race of changing meridians

The tides the blessed tides of our names are coming in

 

Annihilation on my tail

Time stretch and bend the bower

In ridicules the clocks remain

Promise not to stretch the hours

Annihilation on my tail

Time stretch and bend the bower

In ridicules the clocks remain

Promise not to stretch the hours

 

Time bend and break the bower

 

Praise the vision who returns in multitudes

Blinded by indecision

Bleach the books and let the tools go to ruin

Praise the body precious

Fearful beauty looks into the lowliness of submission

Burnt and bleached by desert suns

Praise the vision who returns

In multitudes comes and comes

Praise the vision

 

Annihilation on my tail

Time stretch and bend the bower

In ridicules the clocks remain

Promise not to stretch the hours

Time bend and break the bower