Bruce Cockburn - Understanding Nothing lyrics
[Bruce Cockburn - Understanding Nothing lyrics]
High above valley
Above deep shade coloured with
The calls of cuckoos
The ring of coppersmith's hammer
High in the hiss of the wind
Wind filled with spirit's
And bright with the jangle of horse bells
After a crisp night crammed with stars
It's morning over the scratched-up soil
Scorched-earth wasted
Long shadows lead women bearing water
I watch the sway of skirts
Think of moist spice forests
Still midnight whispers at my ear
Weavers' fingers flying on the loom
Patterns shift too fast to be discerned
All these years of thinking
Ended up like this
In front of all this beauty
Understanding nothing
Rhododendrons in bloom
Sharp against spring snow
Remind me of another time in Japanese temple
There was a single orange blossom
At the wrong time of year
It seemed like a sign when I looked again
It was gone
Weavers' fingers flying on the loom
Patterns shift too fast to be discerned
All these years of thinking
Ended up like this
In front of all this beauty
Understanding nothing
All these years of thinking
Ended up like this
In front of all this beauty
Understanding nothing
Above deep shade coloured with
The calls of cuckoos
The ring of coppersmith's hammer
High in the hiss of the wind
Wind filled with spirit's
And bright with the jangle of horse bells
After a crisp night crammed with stars
It's morning over the scratched-up soil
Scorched-earth wasted
Long shadows lead women bearing water
I watch the sway of skirts
Think of moist spice forests
Still midnight whispers at my ear
Weavers' fingers flying on the loom
Patterns shift too fast to be discerned
All these years of thinking
Ended up like this
In front of all this beauty
Understanding nothing
Rhododendrons in bloom
Sharp against spring snow
Remind me of another time in Japanese temple
There was a single orange blossom
At the wrong time of year
It seemed like a sign when I looked again
It was gone
Weavers' fingers flying on the loom
Patterns shift too fast to be discerned
All these years of thinking
Ended up like this
In front of all this beauty
Understanding nothing
All these years of thinking
Ended up like this
In front of all this beauty
Understanding nothing