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brian keane
January 2009 
Who Will Comfort Me?
Posted on Feb 15th, 2008
by 
little bear
little bear
These are the lyrics of a song by Connie Dover and Brian Keane called Who Will Comfort Me? which speaks my heart:
The darkness now is lifting
Dawn blushes in the sky
It lays a spread of gold and red
And breathes a lullaby
To a thousand quiet creatures
Of earth and sky and stream
Who cannot know that paradise
Will one day be a dream
When the last wagon rolls along
And fades into the West
And cuts a trail of progress
Through a singing skylark's nest
When the last woodland creature
Lifts her head to flee
And is snared by her protector
Lord, who will set her free?
Chorus:
When the boundless spirit
Has no place to roam
The heart will sadly whisper
This world is not my home
When the sweep of wind along the grass
Bows down to destiny
When the last bright star has fallen
Lord, who will comfort me?
When the last prairie flower
Gives up her yellow bloom
When the high cathedral skies
Give way to crowded rooms
When we parcel heaven
And fence eternity
When the wildness is all tamed and torn
Don't let me live to see
When the last campfire flickers
And is laid to righteous rest
When the Ones who wandered without fear
Are cursed who once were blessed
When all our deeds of glory
Are laid in front of Thee
When you ask what man hath wrought
Don't rest Your gaze on me
Words: Connie Dover
Music adapted from "The Way West" by Brian Keane (Brian Keane Music, ASCAP) From the CD, If Ever I Return, by Connie Dover © Copyright 2008 Taylor Park Music/Connie Dover
The darkness now is lifting
Dawn blushes in the sky
It lays a spread of gold and red
And breathes a lullaby
To a thousand quiet creatures
Of earth and sky and stream
Who cannot know that paradise
Will one day be a dream
When the last wagon rolls along
And fades into the West
And cuts a trail of progress
Through a singing skylark's nest
When the last woodland creature
Lifts her head to flee
And is snared by her protector
Lord, who will set her free?
Chorus:
When the boundless spirit
Has no place to roam
The heart will sadly whisper
This world is not my home
When the sweep of wind along the grass
Bows down to destiny
When the last bright star has fallen
Lord, who will comfort me?
When the last prairie flower
Gives up her yellow bloom
When the high cathedral skies
Give way to crowded rooms
When we parcel heaven
And fence eternity
When the wildness is all tamed and torn
Don't let me live to see
When the last campfire flickers
And is laid to righteous rest
When the Ones who wandered without fear
Are cursed who once were blessed
When all our deeds of glory
Are laid in front of Thee
When you ask what man hath wrought
Don't rest Your gaze on me
Words: Connie Dover
Music adapted from "The Way West" by Brian Keane (Brian Keane Music, ASCAP) From the CD, If Ever I Return, by Connie Dover © Copyright 2008 Taylor Park Music/Connie Dover
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that is beautiful little bear. I like that stanza about the last prairie flower. jen
Rose petals let us scatter
And fill the cup with red wine
The firmaments let us shatter
And come with a new design
If sorrow's soldiers incite
To shed lovers' blood tonight
With beloved I will unite
And his foundations malign
Pour the red wine with control
Like rose-water into the bowl
While fragrant breeze will roll
And sweet incense refine
With a harp on display
We ask the players to play
While clapping we sing and say
And dancing, our heads decline
Blow our dust O gentle breeze
And throw at the Master's knees
The Good King has the keys
While we glance at the sign
One boasts & brags with his mind
One weaves talks of idle kind
All the judgment that we find
Let the Judge weigh and define
If Eden is what you need
To the tavern let us speed
The jug of wine let us heed
And Paradise will be thine
Merry songs and fair speech
In Shiraz they do not teach
Another land let us reach
Hafiz, and then we shine
HAFIZ
Beyond words……