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Easter Lyrics


Easter Sunday, we were walking
Easter Sunday, we were talking
Isabel, my little one, take my hand
Time has come
Isabella, all is glowing
Isabella, all is knowing
And my heart, Isabella
And my head, Isabella
Frederick and Vitalie
Savior dwells inside of thee
Oh, the path leads to the sun
Brother, sister, time has come
Isabella, all is glowing
Isabella, all is knowing
Isabella, we are dying
Isabella, we are rising
I am the spring, the holy ground
The endless seed of mystery

The thorn, the veil, the face of grace
Brazen image, the thief of sleep
The ambassador of dreams, Prince of peace
I am the sword, the wound, the stain
Scorned, transfigured child of Cain
I rend, I end, I return
Again, I am the salt, the bitter laugh
I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star
The ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ
Dying and drying as I rise tonight
(Isabella, we are rising)
Isabella, we are rising
Isabella, we are rising
Isabella, we are rising
Isabella, we are rising
Isabella, we are rising
Isabella, we are rising
Isabella, we are rising
Isabella, we are rising
Isabella, we are rising
Isabella, we are

Enjoy the lyrics !!!

Postdata is the solo project of Paul Murphy of Wintersleep. Info from his website: These are my grandparents. They passed away two years ago and left me thirty or forty pieces of songs in a series of dreams, not Coleridge-esque opium dreams though unfortunately, just regular dreams. Kinda sad dreams. This is for them. This is their daughter, my mother. I call her mom though, not mother. This is for her. This is my father. Sometimes he feels left out. This is for you too dad.

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