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A SONG WITHOUT A NAME

Based on LULLABY by W. H. Auden

Lay down your sleeping head, my love,
Here upon my faithless arm;
Time and fever burn away
And time may do us more than harm

But in my arms until the break of day
Mortal, guilty let it lie
You are so beautiful, ephemeral too
Even if love has to die

This is a song I sing
Of joy and pain
This is a song I sing
A song without a name

Our soul and body have no bounds:
as lovers here we lie upon
Both love and hope are burdens shared
Sometimes they lift us lead us on

On the stroke of midnight passed
Like the vibrations of a bell
Madmen wander streets and cry
Of all the cards they do foretell

This is a song I sing
Of joy and pain
This is a song I sing
A song without a name

These debts must be paid, paid in full
With not a whisper, not a thought
Not with a kiss or look that's lost
But with every penny of the cost

Beauty and midnight vision fades
The winds of dawn do blow
And softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show

This is a song I sing
Of joy and pain
This is a song I sing
A song without a name

Nights of insult learn to ignore
Find out what your peace is for
There is something that you never know
On the other side of door

Though the knocking heart and eye come to bless
And find the mortal world enough
Noons of dryness now will find you well fed
Watched by every human love

This is a song I sing
Of joy and pain
This is a song I sing
A song without a name


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