Dave Tate: Listen
Evensong
Evensong It is the evening when the song to me is sent In silent revelling unspoken sacrement and all around me breathes the witness of presence let no condition hold the love we all bestow The heavy headed watch the greener grasses grow and in this fantasy of past and future woe let it go I wander - love will bring me home Come to me lovely you're gone without a trace ain't that the way it goes Simplicity is written in this play Smile as soft as Light or Dark as Near and Far I'll roam Right or Wrong... I'm home