Moonlight, You Will Say

Current 93

I remember walking in the fields around York 
Miserere 
Oh miserere 
I remember sitting in a small room in London 
Miserere 
And I remember thinking 
Miserere 
Miserere 
I was sad 
Miserere 
Miserere 
This was the stage of building brokengods 
Oh miserere 
Miserere 
This was the stage of reading the blackbooks 
Miserere 
Miserere 
Amd possibly I rented my soul 
Possibly 
Oh, but anyway 
Miserere 
Miserere 
Miserere 
Miserere 
Loss 
Loss 
And if so I ask for pardon 
And if not 
I ask for pardon, anyway 
I have seen this world as a great howl of pain 
I have seen this world as a great ocean of blood 
I have seen this world as the acme of suffering 
I have seen this world as the great disappointment 
I have seen this world as the great zero gape 
In which all our hopes flicker out 
Goodbye they say as they go 
Goodbye they cry loss flies 

Moonlight, you will say 

"And what does it matter whether God 
Speaks to us from amongst the thorns 
Or the flowers?" 
St. Francois de Sales, 1607 

But still and still He shrieks to me 
"Miserere miserere miserere miserere miserere" 
Oh, wretched 
Oh miserere 
Moonlight, you will say 
Moonlight, you will say