That's a Jew's harp on the table,
That's a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are
Far past the stems of thumbtacks
That still throw shadows on the wood.
And the skylight is like skin
for a drum I'll never mend
And all the rain falls down amen
On the works of last year's man.
I met a lady, she was playing
with her soldiers in the dark
Oh one by one she had to tell them
That her name was Joan of Arc.
yes I stayed a little while;
I want to thank you, Joan of Arc,
I came upon a wedding that old
Bethlehem the bridegroom,
oh she stood there trembling for me,
And Bethlehem inflamed us both
Like the shy one at some orgy.
And when we fell together all
our flesh was like a veil
That I had to draw aside to see
The ser pent eat its tail.
Some women wait for Jesus,
and some women wait for Cain
And I hoist my axe again.
And I take the one who finds me
back to where it all began
When Jesus was the honeymoon
And Cain was just the man.
And we read from pleasant Bibles that are
That the wil derness is gathering
All its children back again.
The rain falls down on last year's man,
And he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he only
And the mountains touch the ground.
But the sky light is like skin for
And all the rain falls down amen
On the works of last year's
