Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1966, 2019

Let the dove of peace alight upon your head
Remember not the woman lying in your bed
Close your eyes to the world
Close your heart to the girl
Let your fingers touch the pearl

Let the lanternlight now shine upon your path
Let nothing ever fire his tamed wrath
Lift your eyes to the sky
Lift your hands when you cry
Let your fingers ask you why

They are my brothers since time had begun
Up in the morning to wake with the sun
Fire in the furnace and food on the stove
Kissing my mate in the flowered grove