Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2019

An unknown friend is facing me
He says he's from Eternity
To warn me of the years of Man
Death is come, he understands

I tell him, yes, I know it's true
And then, he asks me what is new
I tell him all I've seen and heard
Death has come to every bird

Love, sweet Love, has come and gone
Dead grass weeps on every lawn

I tell him, yes, but there is more
The wounds have healed, but, still, are sore
I tell him of the plight of man
Death, at last, he understands