The Widow's Son

by La Chanson Noire

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the widow's son

weary travellers who can read or write
come to my dwellings you can stay all night
if your work is plumb-lined, whatever your rite
we should hold hands,
bretheren should keep the pillars held tight

wisdom old yet with beauty newborn
still growing stronger and nothing forlorn
i do not say this aloud to anyone
but i am the widow, the widow
the widow's son

when guided by compass and passions are square
the chisel in hand and the stone is now bare
work noon to midnight and now all is clear
join hands between sun and moon,
we are all brethren dear

wisdom old yet with beauty newborn
still growing stronger and nothing forlorn
i do not say this aloud to anyone
yes, but i am the widow, the widow
the widow's son

mallet in hand or a hand to the throat
we shall no more be humankind's scapegoat
all men are blind but some will come to see
that we are all brethren
yes you can confide in me

wisdom old yet with beauty newborn
still growing stronger and nothing forlorn
i do not say this aloud to anyone
yes, but i am the widow, the widow
the widow's son

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released October 31, 2015

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