Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1968, 2017

Reach out your hand and touch the sky
As we try to beautify the beach of bones
And as we fossilize everything we do descry
Stand there alone

Reach out your hand and feel the breeze
As you note with utmost ease the beach of bones
Don't let the vultures try to tease what the songbirds call the bees
Of Cologne

Lift up your eyes and scan the stars
For the empty prison bars - the beach of bones
Set your sights for Malabar, and become an Avatar

Lift up your voice and sing the praise
Of the godly, peaceful days - the beach of bones
You will recall the Marseillaise when the city was ablaze
Before Sainte Joan