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Cave Nick The Boatman S Call

Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24 Where

Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true

Boatman calls from the lake A lone loon dives upon the water I put my hand over her Down in the lime tree arbour The wind in the trees is whispering

from me far from me There is no knowledge but I know it There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice That sails to me across the line From the ridiculous to the sublime It's

Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into it's great shadowed vault I go Hail the pentecostal morn The reading is from luke 24

only those in pain go? Well it takes two to tango We will meet again, my love I know If you're in heaven then you'll forgive me, dear Because that's

face Comes from the west country where the birds sing bass She's got a house-big heart where we all live And plead and council and forgive Her widow's

from me Far from me There is no knowledge but I know it There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice That sails to me across the line From the ridiculous to the sublime It's

been waiting for? O we will know, won't we? The stars will explode in the sky O but they don't, do they? Stars have their moment and then they die There's