Pj Harvey Prayer At The Gate Lyrics

As childhood died the new-born year
Made The Soldier reappear

The ash embowered night and day
As at the five-bar gate she prayed;

Wyman-Elvis, am I worthy?
Wyman, speak your wordle to me

Elms unveiled in secret places
A thousand soonere-children's faces
And drisk enshrouded in its cloak Holway, river, brook and oak

And all souls under Orlam's reign
Made passage for the born again

So look behind and look before
At life a-knocking at death's door

And teake towards your dark-haired Lord
Forever bleeding with The Word