Deliver Me
©1978, 2003 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Walk Me To the War and Staring at the Sun.
Wonderful seasons are used and past
Wonderful seasons are over at last
And now you must die, child
Make it a gracious goodbye, child
Mother, deliver me
Mother deliver me
Mother deliver me now
Mother deliver me now
Counting beats for the soldiers to go
I lost track in the powerful snow
"Oh, when should we go?"
"I'm afraid I don't know"
Father, deliver me...
The streets are filled with the almost grown
I can't stand to be naked alone
Rise when the morning bell rings, child
Walk where the morning bird sings, child
Lover, deliver me...
Heavy times and heavy pains
Crying shames and singing stains
Life in the hole,
Masks on the soul
Brother, deliver me...
Dying seasons must wait to be torn
Wonderful children must wait to be born
Rise from the place where I fell, child
Keep the lesson well, child
Child, deliver me
Child, deliver me
Child, deliver me now
Child, deliver me now