Woven Hand - All Your Waves

He stood still seen from all directions 4
In the midst of the heaven
As the moon lay on the floor he stay risen all the day hastening not his going in
One day a thousand years with him o hair raising one
Arms a brazen bow in the lodge of the sun
Dawning signet ring and robe o

To his beloved he gives sleep
A voice from Ramah from the highest you weep laying down to rise up again
Fear not fear not little flock - it is your Father's good pleasure
To the stones of Jupiter the water run this high
An this iron this iron as this mirey clay
In the land of nun of countenance fallen son this iron this iron this mirey clay

All your waves wash over me
The queen left breathless at the sight of he if she be a wall a silver apalace tall
A swinging door fashion a cedar floor he has made ready in the field
At the urging of the king breathless gone my son is all the yield an this iron this iron this mirey clay this iron this iron this mirey clay

O my mirror the starts come out for you from the places that they rest through the dark lens glazed blue an this iron this iron and this mirey clay
This iron this iron this mirey clay
All your waves - all your waves