SOLACE FROM MY FATHER

 

And when this tirade ends

When all hope again flies in the proud sky

And I can get back to the tired train

Train of home

Train of new rain

Train of new beginnings

I will know the feeling

 

 For my father waits for me

In the gate of reason and doubt

He waits in that mystery cloud

His son is coming home today

And he knows this day

Is the brand new day

This is the day he lays the new clay

 

 This is brand new day

Brand new ways

New wings now flap in the sky

Freedom birds sing a victory cry

Mother and girl ululate at the altar of joy

Father and son salute at the gate of reckoning

 

 So when we finally sit and begin to dine

Hearing through the grapevines of this earth’s wine

This sad wizardry of man’s inequities

We will talk of strange birds that fall from the sky

Of tigers that no longer roar in the wild

Of boulders that no more roll on the ground

 

 And then we will sing this sad song of freedom

Father to son,

Longing for the re-birth of the lost kingdom

Man to man

We shall say we are tired of the earth’s hungry demands

And we shall smile and chant and refuse in our minds

Refuse to be let down by that heavy gong

For the time would have come to sing another song

And so we will chant and chant…

And chant yet again, for a long time to come

Chanting for our freedom song…