He sold his stories on the shore
they listened
and they wanted more
and Cohen sang
his song of
Hallelujah.

They followed him
the tide came in
it swallowed them and
still those men
paid for the joy of
one more
Hallelujah.

I drank the verse
and tasted wine,
I met her then and
she was mine and
time stood still
upon the final
Hallelujah.

When we take our shots
we take a chance
some find hate, some
find some romance,
some
find the jewels that
give this life
a balance.

And at the end
what journeys then?
joy
the tide
the silent men that
give you one more
rousing
Hallelujah.