Village Song

Village Song
I have been long away But now I知 coming home Bright gold in my pocket A new bride on my arm. Come to the door, Mother, Is Father in the field? Come to the door, Mother, Is Father in the field? We climb the old stone steps To where my mother lay In a bed of flowers To wait for Judgement Day. Come to the door, Mother, Is Father in the field? Come to the door, Mother, Is Father in the field? A priest is singing psalms, Your eyes are tightly closed Blind to his old prayer book And words the soft wind knows. Come to the door, Mother, Is Father in the field? Come to the door, Mother, Is Father in the field? At your rocky graveside My lonely father stands An old man counting beads Like teardrops in his hand. Come to the door, Mother, Is Father in the field? Come to the door, Mother, Is Father in the field? Oh, my dear sad father Whose deeds have all been done How did I forsake you And leave you here alone? *May 14, 2005* Previous Entry Next Entry Return to Songs and Letters About the Author	Also by William Michaelian POETRY Winter Poems ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4 52 pages. Paper. 覧覧覧覧覧 Another Song I Know ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1 80 pages. Paper. 覧覧覧覧覧 Cosmopsis Books San Francisco Signed copies available Main Page Author痴 Note Background Notebook A Listening Thing Among the Living No Time to Cut My Hair One Hand Clapping Songs and Letters Collected Poems Early Short Stories Armenian Translations Cosmopsis Print Editions Interviews News and Reviews Highly Recommended Let痴 Eat Favorite Books & Authors Useless Information Conversation E-mail & Parting Thoughts Flippantly Answered Questions
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