Song About Songs

It'll burn you at the start, as if to breezes you were bare

Then drop deep into your heart like a single salty tear

And the heart full of spite will come to know regret

And their sorrow, although light, it will not forgetOthers will reap, I'll only sow

When the triumphant scythers lay the grain low

Bless them, O Lord

Bless them, O LordAnd so that I may lift my eyes in thanks to You above

Let me give the world a gift more incorruptible than love

Let me give the world a gift more incorruptible than loveOthers will reap, I'll only sow

When the triumphant scythers lay the grain low

Bless them, O Lord

Bless them, O Lord

Bless them, O Lord

Bless them, O Lord