O the height the depth
The width and breath
O the height and depth
The height
The height
O the height and depth
O the height and depth
Samson the sun
Stand the hawk
Ground
Of one who has heard...
Smoke fires...flaming fox
Kindleth fire in the torches, fire
Sendeth he out
Into the standing corn
Even unto vineyard -
Unto olive
He smiteth them hip and thigh -
Right hand and eye
A great great smiting
The height
The height
O the height and depth
O the height and depth
He goeth down
And dwelleth in
The cleft of the rock
On his arms are as flax
They burn with fire
And his bands are wasted
From off his hands
The merciful parable
The wine press yes
No shadow of turning
A rumor is enough
He findeth a fresh jaw-bone
Of an ass, putteth forth his hand
And taketh it
And smiteth - a thousand men
He taketh a fresh jawbone
O the height and depth
The width and breath
O the height and depth
The height
The height
O the height and depth
O the height and depth
[Thanks to ltcbusbuddy for adding these lyrics]
Woven Hand - Maize Lyrics
Woven Hand - Maize Lyrics
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O the height the depth
The width and breath
O the height and depth
The height
The height
O the height and depth
O the height and depth
Samson the sun
Stand the hawk
Ground
Of one who has heard...
Smoke fires...flaming fox
Kindleth fire in the torches, fire
Sendeth he out
Into the standing corn
Even unto vineyard -
Unto olive
He smiteth them hip and thigh -
Right hand and eye
A great great smiting
The height
The height
O the height and depth
O the height and depth
He goeth down
And dwelleth in
The cleft of the rock
On his arms are as flax
They burn with fire
And his bands are wasted
From off his hands
The merciful parable
The wine press yes
No shadow of turning
A rumor is enough
He findeth a fresh jaw-bone
Of an ass, putteth forth his hand
And taketh it
And smiteth - a thousand men
He taketh a fresh jawbone
O the height and depth
The width and breath
O the height and depth
The height
The height
O the height and depth
O the height and depth
[Thanks to ltcbusbuddy for adding these lyrics]
The width and breath
O the height and depth
The height
The height
O the height and depth
O the height and depth
Samson the sun
Stand the hawk
Ground
Of one who has heard...
Smoke fires...flaming fox
Kindleth fire in the torches, fire
Sendeth he out
Into the standing corn
Even unto vineyard -
Unto olive
He smiteth them hip and thigh -
Right hand and eye
A great great smiting
The height
The height
O the height and depth
O the height and depth
He goeth down
And dwelleth in
The cleft of the rock
On his arms are as flax
They burn with fire
And his bands are wasted
From off his hands
The merciful parable
The wine press yes
No shadow of turning
A rumor is enough
He findeth a fresh jaw-bone
Of an ass, putteth forth his hand
And taketh it
And smiteth - a thousand men
He taketh a fresh jawbone
O the height and depth
The width and breath
O the height and depth
The height
The height
O the height and depth
O the height and depth
[Thanks to ltcbusbuddy for adding these lyrics]