As blessed hands once hid a blessed face from sight And wept an evening over me A good beginning For an endless night A good beginning For an endless night Can't hobbled words be made to rhyme? With thoughtful reach of heart to take from k**ing time A song so small That endless night sweet evening's kiss recall? And didn't kind and learned hands once write on broken bits of clay? Those shards That from a world of bliss did fall a world away? And writing make a homely scroll to wear That ruin's children, fathered by mistake Might find their good beginning there and sing A song so small That endless night sweet evenings kiss recall? As stars that shine unseen To call the day their home And make no thieving visit there But live where songs come from With open-throated arms To hold you singing God's own song Who writes a song must love to hear it sung And gentle hope has made my song a reckless one And gentle hope has made my song a reckless one Avenging angels dressed me up in pants too big And sent me beltless out to dance a clownish jig That men might look at me and pray for blindness For gentle hope has made me call those furies kindness That send a gelded lover out to sing Though not a man I'd be a king for Anne And though for endless night I am a monstrous metaphor What lover of the light could love you more? As stars that shine unseen To call the day their home And make no thieving visit there But live where songs come from With open-throated arms To hold you singing God's own song Who writes a song must love to hear it sung And gentle hope has made my song a reckless one And gentle hope has made my song a reckless one Can't hobbled words be made to rhyme With thoughtful reach of heart to take from k**ing time A song so small That endless night sweet evening's kiss recall and say For Anne Marie I'd be a day I'd be a day I'd be a day