Song of the Ages (cont.)

The world spun,

Spun so fast,

But time passes so slow.

Through the lush gardens,

Through Gethsemane,

We wandered.

You were a noble man

Poor, but noble

A thief.

You were young and strong,

Clever of hands and cunning of mind;

Abandoned at birth, alone for so long.

You won your bread by your skill on the flute

But the call to steal was just too strong,

And too often your hands and head

Made away with a marketer’s goods.

Through the lush gardens,

Through the Elysian Fields,

We wandered.

I was a shepherd’s daughter,

Simple, but wise,

Your love.

I was not beautiful, but wise

Beyond my young years.

My hair was gypsy-black, blue were my eyes,

Free as a wild thing Deep as the sea,

Wild as the sapphire skies

I was your nymph, you were my king.

We thought that the gods had blessed us.

We wandered there, my love.

But were caught stealing bread to feed us;

For a loaf of bread, they did sentence you to death.

Those bloody barbarian Romans

Nailed you to a cross of torture

On Golgotha, the skull.

There you and a fellow thief and a King did die.

I mourned you, my love.

But I was arrested for finding a faith,

Love and compassion they knew nothing about.

Those damned bloody Romans

Used my death as sport.

The lions shredded the flesh from my bones,

But I faced death bravely, knowing I’d come again.