The 23rd Psalm - Noel Paul Stookey

The 23rd Psalm The Lord is my Shepard, I have all I need, She makes me lie down in green meadows, Beside the still waters, She will lead. She restores my soul, She rights my wrongs, She leads me in a path of good things, And fills my heart with songs. Even though I walk, through a dark and dreary land, There is nothing that can shake me, She has said She won't forsake me, I'm in her hand. She sets a table before me, in the presence of my foes, She anoints my head with oil, And my cup overflows. Surely, surely goodness and kindness will follow me, All the days of my life, And I will live in her house, Forever, forever and ever. Glory be to our Mother, and Daughter, And to the Holy of Holies, As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, World, without end. Amen

Try 穏やかな さざ波のような なんて勘違いの夢の夢見た 行手を全て塞がれるのは 良く考えてみなくても慣れっこ どう考えたって正気の沙汰じゃない It's called a 'Monster' ノーマルは書き換えられて 悲観してる時間ももう過ぎた 受け止める？ 牙を剥く？ 見据えるのは終わりか始まりか 選択肢は減ったようで ある意味無限になったのかもね 見知らぬ人よ 君のジャッジに興味はない 結末はボクシダイだ Fly 疲弊して 擦り減った心 全てを失くした訳じゃまだない 右にならえなんてクソ喰らえだと 瞳の奥がハッキリ言ってる やるだけやって玉砕のがマシね You're also a 'Monster' 不確かな時代になって 確かなものに白黒がついた 守り抜く？ 何捨てる？ その未来に今来た過去がある 貫くだけが強さじゃない 手放すのは楽なんて事はない 愛しい人よ 誰のせいにもしないで 結末はキミシダイだ ノーマルは書き換えられて 悲観してる時間ももう過ぎた 受け止める？ 牙を剥く？ 見据えるのは終わりか始まりか 選択肢は減ったようで ある意味無限になったのかもね 見知らぬ人よ 君のジャッジに興味はない 不確かな時代になって 確かなものに白黒がついた 守り抜く？ 何捨てる？ その未来に今来た過去がある 貫くだけが強さじゃない 手放すのは楽なんて事はない 愛しい人よ 誰のせいにもしないで 結末はキミシダイだ 結末はボクシダイだ

He is now to be among you At the calling of your hearts. Rest assured this troubadour is acting on His part. The union of your spirits here has caused Him to remain For whenever two or more of you are gathered in His name There is love There is love Well a man shall leave his mother And a woman leave her home They shall travel on to where the two shall be as one. As it was in the beginning, is now until the end. Woman draws her life from man and gives it back again. (And) There is love There is love Well then what's to be the reason for becoming man and wife Is it love that brings you here, or love that brings you life. For if loving is the answer then who's the giving for. Do you believe in something that you've never seen before There is love (Oh) There's love (Hum) (Oh) The marriage of your spirits here has caused him to remain For whenever two or more of you are gathered in his name There is love (Ah) There's love

He is now to be among you at the calling of your hearts Rest assured this troubadour is acting on His part. The union of your spirits, here, has caused Him to remain For whenever two or more of you are gathered in His name There is Love, there is Love. A man shall leave his mother and a woman leave her home And they shall travel on to where the two shall be as one. As it was in the beginning is now and til the end Woman draws her life from man and gives it back again. And there is Love, there is Love. Well then what's to be the reason for becoming man and wife? Is it love that brings you here or love that brings you life? And if loving is the answer, then who's the giving for? Do you believe in something that you've never seen before? Oh there is Love, there is Love. Oh the marriage of your spirits here has caused Him to remain For whenever two or more of you are gathered in His name There is Love, there is Love.

There we were, hungry and scared, wishing we never had come Homes on our backs, dust in our hair, cursing the day we'd begun "Tell me I ask you," a friend of mine said, "Was it so bad where we were?" "We didn't have to come here to be dead, was what we had so nsure?" Then the quail came, falling like dew on the ground The quail came, each evening our food to be found And taking our curses and turning 'em round And filling our ears with those ungrateful sounds Unworthy to stand I bow down There we were, angry and naked, looking for someone to blame Our bodies were aching, babies were crying And each day was so much the same "I tell you people, this journey is crazy." I heard someone say in his rage "How long will it be 'till we realize our folly And get back to where we were safe?" Here we are, alone on a desert, fed dawn to dark, dusk to day Every morning we wake up to find just the measure Of food we need for the way Oh once we would ask if we could have more To see that our future survived But we know now at last, that nothing is sure Except that at evening the quail will arrive