In the heart of the wood 
In the closed forest 
Christ appeared to me 
In several forms 
One two three four 
Swastika I'm told 
On the Cliffs of Moher 
I walk with Mary 
Behind the eyes 
Of his innocence or guile 
The young old man talks 
Of the brittle walls 
That kept his son 
Pinionned pinionned pinnioned 
Mary walks on the Cliffs 
But not on water 

Then Christ appeared as wind 
 [bad word] down from the highwalls 
Christ appears as flowers 
Down longpath she walks 
Christ appears as [bad word] 
That holds the stones 
That holds the paths 
That holds the feet 
To the bones of the earth 
If she waits 
Oh if she wakes 
Christ manifests slowly 
As the dust on her eyes 
Before she falls again 
Into fields of sleep 
(I would like this anger to dissolve) 

And I wait for another 
Revolution or revelation 
It doesn't too much matter 
If I see blood in wheals 
"All shall be well" she said 
But not for me 
Not for me 
The skeleton of the universe 
Barbed wire of blues and stars 
Remains unmoved 
When the mother ocean covers me 
 [bad word] to drown 
With her breakers 

"All shall be well" she said 
She said 
"All shall be well" 
But not for me 
But not for me