One by one, the guests arrive
 The guests are coming through
 The open-hearted many
 The broken-hearted few
And no one knows where the night is going
 And no one knows why the wine is flowing
 Oh love I need you
 I need you
 I need you
 I need you
 Oh . . . I need you now 
 And those who dance, begin to dance
 Those who weep begin
 And "Welcome, welcome" cries a voice
 "Let all my guests come in."
 And no one knows where the night is going ...
 And all go stumbling through that house
 in lonely secrecy
 Saying "Do reveal yourself"
 or "Why has thou forsaken me?"
 And no one knows where the night is going ...
 All at once the torches flare
 The inner door flies open
 One by one they enter there
 In every style of passion
 And no one knows where the night is going ...
 And here they take their sweet repast
 While house and grounds dissolve
 And one by one the guests are cast
 Beyond the garden wall
 And no one knows where the night is going ...
 Those who dance, begin to dance
 Those who weep begin
 Those who earnestly are lost
 Are lost and lost again
 And no one knows where the night is going ...
 One by one the guests arrive
 The guests are coming through
 The broken-hearted many
 The open-hearted few
 And no one knows where the night is going ...
  
 
Do you remember all of those pledges
 That we pledged in the passionate night
 Ah they're soiled now, they're torn at the edges
 Like moths on a still yellow light
 No penance serves to renew them
 No massive transfusions of trust
 Why not even revenge can undo them
 So twisted these vows and so crushed
And you say you've been humbled in love
 Cut down in your love
 Forced to kneel in the mud next to me
 Ah but why so bitterly turn from the one
 Who kneels there as deeply as thee
 Children have taken these pledges
 They have ferried them out of the past
 Oh beyond all the graves and the hedges
 Where love must go hiding at last
 And here where there is no description
 Oh here in the moment at hand
 No sinner need rise up forgiven
 No victim need limp to the stand
 And you say you've been humbled in love...
 And look dear heart, look at the virgin
 Look how she welcomes him into her gown
 Yes, and mark how the stranger's cold armour
 Dissolves like a star falling down
 Why trade this vision for desire
 When you may have them both
 You will never see a man this naked
 I will never hold a woman this close
 And you say you've been humbled in love...
  
 
Why do you stand by the window
 Abandoned to beauty and pride
 The thorn of the night in your bosom
 The spear of the age in your side
 Lost in the rages of fragrance
 Lost in the rags of remorse
 Lost in the waves of a sickness
 That loosens the high silver nerves
Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love
 Oh tangle of matter and ghost
 Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
 And the whole broken-hearted host
 Gentle this soul
 And come forth from the cloud of unknowing
 And kiss the cheek of the moon
 The New Jerusalem glowing
 Why tarry all night in the ruin
 And leave no word of discomfort
 And leave no observer to mourn
 But climb on your tears and be silent
 Like a rose on its ladder of thorns
 Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love...
 Then lay your rose on the fire
 The fire give up to the sun
 The sun give over to splendour
 In the arms of the high holy one
 For the holy one dreams of a letter
 Dreams of a letter's death
 Oh bless thee continuous stutter
 Of the word being made into flesh
 Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love...
 Gentle this soul 
  
 
I came so far for beauty
 I left so much behind
 My patience and my family
 My masterpiece unsigned
 I thought I'd be rewarded
 For such a lonely choice
 And surely she would answer
 To such a very hopeless voice
 I practiced all my sainthood
 I gave to one and all
 But the rumours of my virtue
 They moved her not at all
 I changed my style to silver
 I changed my clothes to black
 And where I would surrender
 Now I would attack
 I stormed the old casino
 For the money and the flesh
 And I myself decided 
 What was rotten and what was fresh
 And men to do my bidding
 And broken bones to teach
 The value of my pardon
 The shadow of my reach
 But no, I could not touch her
 With such a heavy hand
 Her star beyond my order
 Her nakedness unmanned
 I came so far for beauty
 I left so much behind
 My patience and my family
 My masterpiece unsigned
 
 
(by Antoine Gerin-Lajoie)
Un Canadien Errant                
 Banni de ses foyers,            
 Parcourait en pleurant          
 Des pays etrangers.               
 Parcourait en pleurant         
 Des pays etrangers.              
Un jour, triste et pensif,       
 Assis au bord des flots,          
 Au courant fugitif              
 Il adressa ces mots:            
 Au courant fugitif              
 Il adressa ces mots:            
 "Si tu vois mon pays,           
 Mon pays malheureux,            
 Va dire a mes amis               
 Que je me souviens d'eux.        
 Va dire a mes amis               
 Que je me souviens d'eux.        
 O jours si pleins d'appas,       
 Vous etes disparus...           
 Et ma patrie, helas!             
 Je ne la verrai plus.           
 Et ma patrie, helas!            
 Je ne la verrai plus.             
 
[A wandering Canadian,
 banned from his hearths,
 travelled while crying
 in foreign lands.
 travelled while crying
 in foreign lands.
 One day, sad and pensive,
 sitting by the flowing waters,
 to the fleeing current
 he addressed these words:
 to the fleeing current
 he addressed these words:
 If you see my country,
 my unhappy country,
 go tell my friends
 that I remember them.
 go tell my friends
 that I remember them.
 O days so full of charms,
 you have vanished...
 And my native land, alas!
 I will see it no more.
 And my native land, alas!
 I will see it no more.]
  
 
Now the Swan it floated on the English river
 Ah the Rose of High Romance it opened wide
 A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer
 and the judges watched us from the other side
I told my mother "Mother I must leave you
 preserve my room but do not shed a tear
 Should rumour of a shabby ending reach you
 it was half my fault and half the atmosphere"
 But the Rose I sickened with a scarlet fever
 and the Swan I tempted with a sense of shame
 She said at last I was her finest lover
 and if she withered I would be to blame
 The judges said you missed it by a fraction
 rise up and brace your troops for the attack
 Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action
 Oh see the men of action falling back
 But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment
 I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still
 My falsity had stung me like a hornet
 The poison sank and it paralysed my will
 I could not move to warn all the younger soldiers
 that they had been deserted from above
 So on battlefields from here to Barcelona
 I'm listed with the enemies of love
 And long ago she said "I must be leaving,
 Ah but keep my body here to lie upon
 You can move it up and down and when I'm sleeping
 Run some wire through that Rose and wind the Swan"
 So daily I renew my idle duty
 I touch her here and there -- I know my place
 I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty
 and people call me traitor to my face
  
 
All summer long she touched me
 She gathered in my soul
 From many a thorn, from many thickets
 Her fingers, like a weaver's
 Quick and cool
And the light came from her body
 And the night went through her grace
 All summer long she touched me
 And I knew her, I knew her
 Face to face
 And her dress was blue and silver
 And her words were few and small
 She is the vessel of the whole wide world
 Mistress, oh mistress, of us all
 Dear Lady; Queen of Solitude
 I thank you with my heart
 for keeping me so close to thee
 while so many, oh so many, stood apart
 And the light came from her body
 And the night went through her grace
 All summer long she touched me
 I knew her, I knew her
 Face to face
  
 
And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight
 I've heard all the wild reports, they can't be right
 But whose head is this she's dancing with on the threshing floor
 whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more
And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
 Where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
 Ah the silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe
 A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee
 She says, "My body is the light, my body is the way"
 I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet
 And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?...
 Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove
 These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood
 And there is no man or woman who can't be touched
 But you who come between them will be judged
 And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?...
  
 
I've never seen your eyes so wide
 I've never seen your appetite quite this occupied
 Elsewhere is your feast of love
 I know ... where long ago we agreed to keep it light
 So lets be married one more night
It's light, light enough
 To let it go
 It's light enough to let it go
 Remember when the scenery started fading
 I held you til you learned to walk on air
 So don't look down the ground is gone,
 there's no one waiting anyway
 The Smoky Life is practiced
 Everywhere
 So set your restless heart at ease
 Take a lesson from these Autumn leaves
 They waste no time waiting for the snow
 Don't argue now you'll be late
 There is nothing to investigate
 It's light enough, light enough
 To let it go
 Light enough to let it go
 Remember when the scenery started fading
 I held you til you learned to walk on air
 So don't look down the ground is gone,
 there's no one waiting anyway
 The Smoky Life is practiced everywhere
 Come on back if the moment lends
 You can look up all my very closest friends
 Light, light enough
 To let it go
 It's light enough to let it go
  
 
Say a prayer for the cowboy
 His mare's run away
 And he'll walk til he finds her
 His darling, his stray
 but the river's in flood
 and the roads are awash
 and the bridges break up
 in the panic of loss.
And there's nothing to follow
 There's nowhere to go
 She's gone like the summer
 gone like the snow
 And the crickets are breaking
 his heart with their song
 as the day caves in
 and the night is all wrong
 Did he dream, was it she
 who went galloping past
 and bent down the fern
 broke open the grass
 and printed the mud with
 the iron and the gold
 that he nailed to her feet
 when he was the lord
 And although she goes grazing 
 a minute away
 he tracks her all night
 he tracks her all day
 Oh blind to her presence
 except to compare
 his injury here
 with her punishment there
 Then at home on a branch
 in the highest tree
 a songbird sings out 
 so suddenly
 Ah the sun is warm
 and the soft winds ride
 on the willow trees
 by the river side
 Oh the world is sweet
 the world is wide
 and she's there where
 the light and the darkness divide
 and the steam's coming off her
 she's huge and she's shy
 and she steps on the moon
 when she paws at the sky
 And she comes to his hand
 but she's not really tame
 She longs to be lost
 he longs for the same
 and she'll bolt and she'll plunge
 through the first open pass
 to roll and to feed
 in the sweet mountain grass
 Or she'll make a break 
 for the high plateau
 where there's nothing above 
 and there's nothing below
 and it's time for the burden
 it's time for the whip
 Will she walk through the flame
 Can he shoot from the hip
 So he binds himself
 to the galloping mare
 and she binds herself 
 to the rider there
 and there is no space
 but there's left and right
 and there is no time
 but there's day and night
 And he leans on her neck
 and he whispers low
 "Whither thou goest
 I will go"
 And they turn as one
 and they head for the plain
 No need for the whip
 Ah, no need for the rein
 Now the clasp of this union
 who fastens it tight?
 Who snaps it asunder
 the very next night
 Some say the rider
 Some say the mare
 Or that love's like the smoke
 beyond all repair
 But my darling says
 "Leonard, just let it go by
 That old silhouette
 on the great western sky"
 So I pick out a tune
 and they move right along
 and they're gone like the smoke
 and they're gone like this song
   
 
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