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Nick Cave The Bad Seeds 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

: The 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

health They bury you when you go and die It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They'd stick by you if they could But that's just bullshit People

: Just like a bird that sings up the sun In a dawn so very dark Such is my faith for you Such is my faith And all the world's darkness can't swallow

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

re standing on my foot! But my little boat is empty It don't go And my oar is broken It don't row, row, row But my little boat is empty It don't go And