Our Lady Of Solitude   





All summer long she touched me  

She gathered in my soul  

From many a thorn, from many thickets  

Her fingers, like a weaver's  

Quick and cool  

And the light came from her body  

And the night went through her grace  

All summer long she touched me  

And I knew her, I knew her  

Face to face  

 

And her dress was blue and silver  

And her words were few and small  

She is the vessel of the whole wide world  

Mistress, oh mistress, of us all  

 

Dearly dead; Queen of Solitude  

I thank you with my heart  

for keeping me so close to thee  

while so many, oh so many, stood apart  

 

And the light came from her body  

And the night went through her grace  

All summer long she touched me  

I knew her, I knew her  

Face to face