Andrew Calhoun - Deliver Me

Deliver Me

Wonderful seasons are used and past,
Wonderful seasons are over at last;
And now you must die, child,
Make it a gracious goodbye, child.
Mother deliver me, Mother deliver me,
Mother deliver me now;
Mother deliver me now.

Counting beats for the soldiers to go,
I lost track in the powerful snow;
"Oh, when should we go?"
"I'm afraid I don't know."
Father, deliver me, Father deliver me,
Father deliver me now;
Father deliver me now.

The streets are filled with the almost grown,
I can't stand to be naked alone;
Rise when the morning bell rings, child,
Walk where the morning bird sings, child.
Lover deliver me, Lover deliver me,
Lover deliver me now;
Lover deliver me now.

Heavy times and heavy pains,
Crying shames and singing stains;
Life in the hole,
Masks on the soul.
Brother deliver me, Brother deliver me,
Brother deliver me now;
Brother deliver me now.

Dying seasons must wait to be torn,
Wonderful children must wait to be born;
And now I must die, child
Make it a gracious goodbye, child.
Child, deliver me, Child, deliver me,
Child, deliver me now;
Child, deliver me now.