To douse a scalded tongue

Must I look below mildewy timbers?
Staves my feet are perched on
Able to bear my weight with no protest
And yet I am
To tumble down
Down to where I can hear them
“Glory thy stillness”
Was a verse mistaken
By disfavoured ones
Like you
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
To douse a scalded tongue
Incanted herd and flock
In places a lark haven’t carolled to heretofore
From faults, favours, failures and the truth
From faults, favours, failures and the truth
From faults, favours, failures and the truth
That love alone, love alone isn’t enough
From faults, favours, failures and the truth
From faults, favours, failures and the truth
From faults, favours, failures and the truth
That love alone, love alone isn’t enough