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• Artiste: Purple Martin
• Titre: Silence Between the Prayers
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Well it did my heart good to see that priest With a guitar slung on his back And it did my heart good to see that tree Mostly living but some burnt black And it did my heart good to sing with people In communion once again But it was the silence between the prayers When I heard you echo my amen And it was your voice, a voice that whispered In a language plain but rare It was the voice, the voice of mystery In a silence between the prayers (Then the preacher...) Well the priest he taught us what God intended How he holds us in our misery (miserere nobis...) But I could not hear him 'cause I was listening To the story of that lightning-struck tree And it was your voice, a voice that whispered In a language plain but rare It was the voice, the voice of mystery In a silence between the prayers Broken tree, wooden cross A loaf of bread and a cup of wine The son, the breeze, the altar table Clapping hands and dancing chimes And they put a red rope 'round where tongues of fire Had licked that mighty tree And the people came 'round though they weren't supposed to 'Cause they had to touch the mystery And it was your voice, a voice that whispered In a language plain but rare It was the voice, the voice of mystery In a silence between the prayers