Triptych
Roxy Music
1974
Here the soil is barren
Here nothing grows
But crosses
They know not what they do
You, your forgiveness
Falls as dew
Nailed upon a wooden frame
Twisted yet unbroken
Open-mouthed a silent choir
Understood, unspoken
Never was there heard a sound
Until the heavens opened
Now the tide is turning
To other-worldly yearning
Though the sun’s eclipse seems final
Surely he will rise again