Eric Ewazen - God's World

Copied!edit Lyrics
original text at lyrnow.com/1347492
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart,—Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me,—let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call
 
0

Song Description:

edit soundcloud

SoundCloud:

edit soundcloud

More Eric Ewazen lyrics

Eric Ewazen - Wraith
“Thin Rain, whom are you haunting That you haunt my door?” —Surely it is not I she’s wanting; Someone living here before— “Nobody’s in the house but me: You may come in if

Eric Ewazen - Afternoon on a Hill
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes Watch the wind bow

Eric Ewazen - Northern April
O mind, beset by music never for a moment quiet, – The wind at the flue, the wind strumming the shutter; The soft, antiphonal speech of the doubled brook, never for a moment quiet; The

Eric Ewazen - The Bobolink
Black bird scudding Under the rainy sky How wet your wings must be! And your small head how sleek and cold with water Oh, Bobolink, ‘tis you! Over the buffeted orchard

Eric Ewazen - Mist in the Valley
These hills, to hurt me more That am hurt already enough, — Having left the sea behind Having turned suddenly and left the shore That I had loved beyond all words, even a

Eric Ewazen - The Buck in the Snow
White sky, over the hemlocks bowed with snow Saw you not at the beginning of evening the antlered buck and his doe Standing in the apple-orchard? I saw them. I saw them suddenly go

Eric Ewazen - God's World
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise! Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with colour!