Текст песни Brompton Oratory

Up those stone steps I climb

Hail this joyful day's return

Into its great shadowed vault I go

Hail the Pentecostal morn

The reading is from Luke 24

Where Christ returns to his loved ones

I look at the stone apostles

Think taht it's alright for some

And I wish that I was made of stone

So that I would not have to see

A beauty impossible to define

A beauty impossible to believe
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A beauty impossible to endure

The blood imparted in little steps

The smell of you still on my hands

As I bring the cup up to my lips

No God up in the sky

No devil beneath the sea

Could do the job what you did

Of bringing me to my knees

Outside I sit on the stone steps

With nothing much to do

Forlorn and exhausted, baby

By the absence of you