Three Times

 

Tell me your dying dream

As I tell you mine

Your crimson palms upon the gate

In trepidation there I wait

 

In the end I could not hear Amen

Three times, I asked it three times

I asked it three times

 

Fir trees & foxholes, remembering snow

Pluck out the eye which sees how far my

feet on this path would go

 

In the end I could not hear Amen

Three times, I asked it three times

I asked it three times