Aoife O’Donovan - Town of Mercy lyrics
[Aoife O’Donovan - Town of Mercy lyrics]
I walked away from Mercy out
To the deepest woods
Entered by the river at the
Only place I could
Fed a fire and watched the
Smoke like something climbing free
Leaning like a ladder and calling after me
I could rise from what may shine
Keep your place, surrender mine
As if your name as old as time
Waited like a song upon the tongue
Of all the mercy begging to be sung
I’ve made my peace with Mercy
As quick as it may be
To betray my confidence is how
I choose to see
What had come together now are
Pieces in my hand
Fraying at the knees that buckled
Long before we stand
So I might rise from what may shine
Keep your place, surrender mine
As if your name as old as time
Waited like a song upon the tongue
Of all the mercy begging to be sung
Begging to be sung
The snow flies it's confetti like
The end of a parade
Leaves a vacant silence knee
Deep in the charade
That here’s the end of hunger
This feasting of the soul
When all the while it’s waited for
The light to swallow whole
So I might rise from what may shine
Keep your place, surrender mine
As if your name as old as time
Waited like a song upon the tongue
Of all the mercy begging to be sung
To the deepest woods
Entered by the river at the
Only place I could
Fed a fire and watched the
Smoke like something climbing free
Leaning like a ladder and calling after me
I could rise from what may shine
Keep your place, surrender mine
As if your name as old as time
Waited like a song upon the tongue
Of all the mercy begging to be sung
I’ve made my peace with Mercy
As quick as it may be
To betray my confidence is how
I choose to see
What had come together now are
Pieces in my hand
Fraying at the knees that buckled
Long before we stand
So I might rise from what may shine
Keep your place, surrender mine
As if your name as old as time
Waited like a song upon the tongue
Of all the mercy begging to be sung
Begging to be sung
The snow flies it's confetti like
The end of a parade
Leaves a vacant silence knee
Deep in the charade
That here’s the end of hunger
This feasting of the soul
When all the while it’s waited for
The light to swallow whole
So I might rise from what may shine
Keep your place, surrender mine
As if your name as old as time
Waited like a song upon the tongue
Of all the mercy begging to be sung