Out of a grave I come to tell you this- To tell you this. Yes, there is yet one way to where she is, Bitter, but one that faith may never miss. Out of a grave I come to tell you this, Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss That flames upon your forehead with a glow That blinds you to the way that you must go. No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies- In eastern skies. No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies To rift the fiery night that's in your eyes But there, where western glooms are gathering, The dark will end the dark, if anything: God slays Himself with every leaf that flies, And hell is more than half of paradise. The leaves will whisper there of her, and some, Like flying words, will strike you as they fall But go, and if you listen she will call. Go to the western gate, -, There where the vines cling crimson on the wall, And in the twilight wait for what will come. So the clouds may come and the rain may fall, The shadows may creep and the dead men crawl,- But I follow the women wherever they call, And that's why I'm going to Tilbury Town." God knows if I pray to be done with it all, But God is no friend to. Come in by the fire, old man, and wait! Why do you chatter out there by the gate? And why are you going so late, so late,- Why are you going, -?" "I follow the women wherever they call,- That's why I'm going ot Tilbury Town. Ever and ever they call for me, And while they call can a man be free? So right through the forest, where none can see, There's where I'm going, to Tilbury Town." "But why are you going so late, so late,- Why are you going, -? Though the road be smooth and the way be straight, There are two long leagues to Tilbury Town. The men are alsleep,-or awake, maybe,- But the women are calling. Why do you stare as a dead man might? Where are you pointing away from the light? And where are you going tonight, tonight,- Where are you going, -?" "Right through the forest, where none can see, There's where I'm going, to Tilbury Town. "Where are you going tonight, tonight,- Where are you going, -? There's never the sign of a star in sight, Nor a lamp that's nearer than Tilbury Town.
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