Old Jerusalem - Palace Music

In a small far room the bed is set

With trinkets all surrounding

Yet lone it rests, so dry it sets

With souls aside abiding

There moves legs warm and close inside

No, no leg braces a hello

And pictures on walls where paint is lame

Where sinks are friendly running

Reflect, reflect metal cast

My toe has long been swollen

My knees are blue, my eyes are too

My love has not forgotten

Will come, will come, o he will come

And make me have a baby

Then I foresee we all, us three, will ride and all together

The hills have eyes, their trees have lives

Disjointed like a hero

No saga told, no things unfold

To make the ride much finer

The length is fine, his hand in mine

Does someone hear our chatter

A lover’s laugh, a bleeding calf

A dog out in the harbor