sisters of mercy

These were written years ago. It is a story of hope, of mercy and salvation. It is not the way I feel today, to the contrary, “in the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.” &&

Showed me pictures in the gallery Showed me novels on the shelf Put my hands across the table Gave me knowledge of myself Showed me visions, showed me nightmares Gave me dreams that never end Showed me light out of the tunnel When there was darkness all around instead Tore down a la Rimbaud And I wish my purpose would come Tore down a la Rimbaud, you know it's hard some time You know it's hard some time Showed me ways and means and motions Showed me what it's like to be Gave me days of deep devotion Showed me things I cannot see Showed me different shapes and colours Showed me many different roads Gave me very clear instructions When I was in the dark night of the soul Tore down a la Rimbaud And I wish my writing would come Tore down a la Rimbaud, you know it's hard some time You know it's hard some time & Van Morrison

I'm a dweller on the threshold And I'm waiting at the door And I'm standing in the darkness I don't want to wait no more I have seen without perceiving I have been another man Let me pierce the realm of glamour So I know just what I am Feel the Angel of the Presence In the mighty crystal fire Lift me up consume my darkness Let me travel even higher I'm a dweller on the threshold As I cross the burning ground Let me go down to the water Watch the great illusion drown I will to turn and face the music The music of the spheres Lift me up consume my darkness When the midnight disappears I will walk out of the darkness And I'll walk into the light And I'll sing the song of ages And the dawn will end the night I'm a dweller on the threshold And I'm waiting at the door And I'm standing in the darkness I don't want to wait no more I'm a dweller on the threshold ~ ~

One Irish Rover & I saw you from a foreign window Bearing down the suffering road You were carrying your burden To the palace of the Lord I spied you from a foreign window When the lilacs were in bloom And the sun shone through your window pane To the place you kept your books You were reading on your sofa You were singing every prayer You believed in your Bible And the promise of our Lord You know if you get it right this time You don't have to come back again And if you get it right this time There's no need to explain You were carrying your burden You were singing about Rimbaud And you laid out on the green hills Just like when you were a child I saw you from a foreign window You were trying to find your way back home Sleeping on a pallet on the floor In the palace of the Lord

If I ventured in the slipstream Between the viaducts of your dreams Where mobile steelrims crack And the ditch in the back roads stop Could you find me? Would you kiss-a my eyes? To lay me down in silence easy To be born again, to be born again From the far side of the ocean If I put the wheels in motion And I stand with my arms behind me And I'm pushin' on the door There you go standin' with the look of avarice Talkin' to Huddie Ledbetter Showin' pictures on the wall Whisperin' in the hall A-pointin' a finger at me There you go, there you go Standin' in the sun darlin' With your arms behind you And your eyes before There you go Takin' care of your boy Seein' that he's got clean clothes Puttin' on his little red shoes I see, you know he's got clean clothes A-pointin' a finger at me Standing in your sad arrest Trying to do my very best Lookin' straight at you Comin' through darlin' Could you find me? Would you kiss-a my eyes? And lay me down in silence easy To be born again, to be born again In another world, darlin' In another world In another time Got a home on high Ain't nothing but a stranger in this world I'm nothing but a stranger in this world I got a home on high in another land So far away, so far away Way up in the heaven, way up in heaven, oh, In another time, in another place In another time, in another place Way up in the heaven We're goin' to heaven In another time, in another place Ain't nothing but a stranger in this world I've got a home on high * A Stranger

No Guru * The fields are always wet with rain After a summer shower, when I saw you standin’ In the garden, in the garden wet with rain You wiped the teardrops from your eyes in sorrow As we watched the petals fall down to the ground And as I sat beside you I felt great sadness That day, in the garden And then one day you came back home You were a creature all in rapture You had the key to your soul And you did open, that day You came back to the garden The olden summer breeze was blowin’ against your face The light of God was shinin’ On your countenance divine And you were a violet colour as you Sat beside your father and your mother In the garden, wet with rain The summer breeze was blowin’ on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine Ignited me in daylight and nature In the garden And you went into a trance Your childlike vision became so fine And we heard the bells inside the church We loved so much And felt the presence, of the youth Of eternal summers, in the garden And as it touched your cheeks so lightly Born again you were and blushed And we touched each other lightly And we felt the presence of the Christ Within our hearts And I turned to you and I said No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I, and nature And the Father And the Son, and the Holy Ghost In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain

And she moves on the solid ground And she shines light all 'round And she moves on the solid ground In the County Down And she moves on the solid earth And she knows what her wisdom is worth And she moves on the solid ground In the County Down She lifts me up She fills my cup When I’m tired and weary Lord And she keeps the flame And she gives me hope To carry on And she moves on the solid ground And she moves in the County Down In the County Down When she moves ..

Lyrics of Van Morrison