Alasdair Roberts
The Book of Doves
Tell me who gave us the Book of DovesColumba, Columba, ColumbaTell me who gave us the Book of DovesColumba, Columba, ColumbaWhat was the breadth of it?A furlong or fourWhat was the depth of it?A fathom or fiveWhat was the heft of it?The heft of the darkness behind every starAnd where did he find it, this Book of Doves?All in the Candida CasaAnd where did he find it, the Book of Doves?All in the Candida CasaMade of the vellum and bound in the wolfskin,Encrusted with amethyst and topaz and berylBy numberless scribes in the cells of Saint Cyril(Enscribed on the spine with the Sign of the Fisherman)Written in Basque and Etruscan and LydianLeft here by GideonBrought from the BosphorusDied on the Cross for usLetras de cancionesStolen by Mammon and enshrined in the canonForever abandoned in the Plains of SlamannanGuilders and florins say the wells of Saint LawrenceGuilders and florins say the bells of Saint LawrenceDerry is down, Stirling's awaySicily's legion on the banks of the TayAnglesey's gone with the Angels of MonsFoula and Kilda will die ere they're born
From Letras Mania