Lyrics

feral feet have tread
in cloud by day. the waifs and strays;
the wild ones of a promised land.
lead on, pillar of fire
in dead of night; the guiding light,
go gallantly dancing o’er the sands!
yon horizon, home; the chase at hand.

what wonders we have seen!
the gilded dress of wilderness
tempting me to call it as my kin.
but every pretty thing,
however glorious, turns to dust
eventually and scatters in the wind.
wayward ‘long as life is in these limbs.

the vagrant heart perceives a rest beyond the eaves
that shade a world ripening for the reaping.
seeping in the soil, grown glimpses of the spoils from
that first Temple’s bloom, till ready for the Groom
we run like wild ones.

resurrection flowers.
pilgrims, we, the scattered seeds
of eden’s eye looking towards the Spring.
see that morning come;
the genesis in renascence!
o, taste and see the goodness that it brings
as blossoms burst in reverent homilies!

the vagrant heart perceives a rest beyond the eaves
that shade a world ripening for the reaping.
seeping in the soil, grown glimpses of the spoils from
that first Temple’s bloom, till ready for the Groom
we run like wild ones.