I could be there by tomorrow
Where I should be yesterday.
I would get there by tomorrow
If I hit the road today,
But the hive has so much honey,
More each and everyday.

You said you would never hurt me
Until you heard me sing the blues,
And then you went and hurt me
Just to hear me sing the blues.
If the hive has so much honey,
What have you got to lose?

I’ll be climbing every mountain
If it takes me all my days,
I’ll be walking every valley
Picking flowers all the way,
Till the hive has so much honey
You’ll be giving it away.

You be sure the bees are buzzing
Anytime that I’m around,
If for me the bees are buzzing
I’ll be sure, when I’m around,
That the hive has so much honey
The bees won’t make a sound.

I could be there by tomorrow
Where I should be yesterday.
I would get there by tomorrow
If I hit the road today,
But the hive has so much honey,
More each and everyday.

Although at times two foes are bound for more,
Before their altered state, two banners fly.
Attrition either’s aim, each wages war,
Lest one should rather for the other die.
As only from the final volley’s burst
Shall two in one a single nation form,
So we, entrenched in battle from the first,
Are merely foes that may perhaps transform.

For you, whose sight alone deals lethal force,
From your fortress, strike without reprieve;
Which I lay siege upon, without remorse,
Each breath for me, and not for you, I breathe.
The damage done, to you I humbly yield,
Resigning with, and not upon, my shield.

I take the stand to make this bold decree:
In you has beauty fully taken form.
Were I created but to witness thee,
The judgement would be made were I unborn.
Yet I would give up all that heaven gave
And take a lesser charge from far below,
To hang among the twelve, if that could save
A peer the jury dared not claim to know.

A single mote of dust may tip the scales,
But every drop disturbs the deepest pool.
For who in lieu of gold with dust regales,
While all that thirst and drink have found renewal?
If you alone are all that I have swayed,
A seraph of an angel have I made.

Gloriana, standing still,
Leaning on the windowsill.
Hear my plea, I won’t be long,
Gloriana, hear my song.

Gloriana, in the night
Many seek to reach your light.
Some avow to come from far,
Most will stay who swear they are.
Of each would-be prince-to-come,
Gloriana, I’m the one.

Few arise who walk on air,
Fewer rise that fall from there.
So I kneel to ask that thee,
Gloriana, come to me.

What from heaven how high above
Bids the beast to sing like a dove?
What so near is near as far
As the utmost distant star?
Set my lightless torch aflame,
Let my fortune bear thy name.
Be my shepherd, be my lamb,
Gloriana, take my hand

And with a kiss, let it be shown
All is none till each be known.
Bare your light! Let it shine!
Gloriana, yours for mine.

As the bird sings
Moving on the air
With open wings
Neither here nor there
In endless song
As though in step along
With heaven’s rings
As the bird sings

Who can say they went their way
And stood before the gate,
Turned back round from whence they came
And said heaven can wait?
Well, look no further, he ye seek
Before you meets this fate
(Whose love, when put in question,
Turned to hell for ease from heaven)

Between the winds,
Between the winds,
Standing in the doorway again,
Condemned to drift
Between the winds.

By the arrow’s nick, diseased
With merciless desire,
Quickly is the wit deceived
And blood drunken with fire.
Forever bound, as though enslaved
To passions long expired,
(Where love ever devours
Lovers lost to will and power)

Between the winds,
Between the winds,
Standing in the doorway again,
Condemned to drift
Between the winds.

O how the black wind blows!
O how the fetters clink!
As wayward souls thus wayward roll
And stare, never to blink,
Most deep into reflections
That they won’t disturb to drink
(As love takes all in loving,
Those beloved absolved from nothing)

Between the winds,
Between the winds,
Standing in the doorway again,
Condemned to drift
Between the winds.

The whistle blows, the brakemen call:
All aboard! Come one and all!
Ducking out of the rainstorm,
I boarded the train.
Paralyzed on the platform,
You stuck to the rain.

And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to book the train
Worlds apart.
Then when the whistle blows
And train departs:
The last to show’s
The slow at heart.

With both your eyes along the arrow,
You take your aim and draw back slow
When up from the mire
Comes a serpent that hisses:
If one never fires,
Then one never misses.

And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to set their aim
Past its mark.
Then when the time arrives
To shoot the dart:
The last to throw’s
The slow at heart.

[Horn.]

And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to rack their brains
In the dark.
Then when the light provides
What truth imparts:
The last to know’s
The slow at heart.