BOSTON: We Shall Be Here and Glad to See You
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Voice Only
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Music Only
Lyrics
You will be there my child,
in your mask, lying on your bed
in bandages and fresh air.
Down that riverboat on the
stars of time, in the ruling blackness,
propelled by light from ancient buildings.
The watchman with his bits and pieces
assembled and shining on his wrist,
gold and silver floating as if
every second mattered, every moment
containing its own warning,
each bird note an order
to "fly or be lost!"
Every shredded wind of the storm
and bit of ice falling from comet tail
to earth where it will breed
silken and sandpaper tongues,
each one murmuring truth, lies,
misunderstandings, flaming murderers.
Your motherly guardians
beside your stone wall fathers,
bearing flowers, yellow petals,
pink roses falling to the earth
animated by original fires
covering miles in lava
as deep as mountains
to be rubbed as smooth and slight
as the skin on your face
smiling to heaven, blessed
by the glory of playing
on a day when you are lost
in the make believe that will become
as real as the rest of the world.
And from that, armies will march,
fortunes will be compiled and lost,
love affairs will lead to death and to generations.
Things in your youngest dreams
will haunt the present, driving you
beyond despair into that place
where miracles contain one foot
following the other, another
piece of fruit eaten slice by slice
until its memory is as round
as the earth we devour and hunger for,
until there is no more
light in our eyes or breath
to part our lips to receive
that immortal kiss.