The lord of Catchers-Can

In the isles of a gutter
In the dim-lit graveyard of a church
A man must walk forever
With a beggars bowl in hand
And succumb to all the weather
A man can understand.

(The lord of Catchers-Can, is both a shepherd and a man
From a palm of dust he fathers the waters of the land,
And hails the wheat and barley to fall or stand…)

Into the storm drains of heaven
A dream was washed away
Like the rains of yesterday
A holy man sojourning for a little while came,
and then was gone!
Where no earthly vanities belong!
And blessed us in one name!
In the light of the eternal flame!
All sinners the same!

(The lord of Catchers-Can, is both a shepherd and a man
From a palm of dust he fathers the waters of the land,
And hails the wheat and barley to fall or stand…)

Its here I’ve heard it said
We pay for the eyes of the dead
In the living hearts and souls left
To do our living, to do our living when were dead!
So take my hand,
And-let-us-all-understand,
The ways of the lord are yours and mine to command,
For every child, women or a man!

The lord of Catchers-Can, is both a shepherd and a man
From a palm of dust he fathers the waters of the land,
And hails the wheat and barley to fall and stand…)