Evensong
Dust to dust
Beyond belief
There's nothing else
Dearest sleep
Come be my friend
Bestow my heart
The cleansing of your splendid colors
This sweet embrace
A gift of grace
For they call from the woods
To bring you tears
Bring you pearls of hope
From the woods
To bring you new
Bring you home
A cold recoil
This grinding toil
This tainted soil
But then they call from the woods
To bring you tears
To bring you life and love
For your heart
For your stride
To bring you home
Writer/s: Ole Tin Westergaard Hansen
