A Lyke Wake Dirge (Things Are Really Great Here, Sort Of... 2014)

Текст песни Andrew Bird and Matt Berninger - A Lyke Wake Dirge (Things Are Really Great Here, Sort Of... 2014)

This one night, this one night
Every nighte and all
Fire and sleet and candle-light
And Christ receive thy soul

When from hence away thou art past
Every night and all
To thorny wood thou com'st at last
And Christ receive thy soul

If ever thou gavest cloth and shoon
Every night and all
Sit thee down and put them on
And Christ receive thy soul

If cloth and shoon thou ne'er gav'st
Every night and all
The thorn shall prick thee to thy bone
And Christ receive thy soul

When from thorny wood thou pass
Every night and all
To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last
And Christ receive thy soul

From Brig o' Dread whence thou may'st pass
Every night and all
To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last
And Christ receive thy soul

If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st
Every night and all
The fire shall burn thee to thy bone
And Christ receive thy soul

And Christ receive thy soul