The Sky Hangs Low

The sky hangs low
stars on the treetops
it’s just like Christmas eve
in July
the sky hangs low
and so I’ll reach out
and bough by bough
I’ll climb on home


Ezekiel’s chariots
will come like comets
while throngs of trumpets
blow notes of old
seven white horses
canter like thunder
come take me under
your wing and swing low

my friends are scattered
just like the ashes
some glowing embers
some cold and gone
the fire’s low
I thought I saw you
your touch was light and soft as snow

in the eleventh hour
you call my name
our hearts are marked with flame
inside as always
I’ll keep you near me
as under the oak tree
where we once swore