«Martha and Mary» (lyrics)

Unto you and I this day is born
there lies the wealth of many centuries
Mary be at one with me

Precious little birds O so gently
Folded wings of tragedy
Hands of Mary comfort me

Calm, her grace grows full of healing
Pure the white rose open wound of feeling
See how the stars are falling, like the tears of Mary
See the stars are falling, falling

Constant torture change and folding me
Yielding blossoms of the tulip tree
Martha spread your arms to me

Sacred remedy to die and grow
moment's instant destinies
Martha reaching out for me

Hoard of plenty crazy curling (?)
dreams a yearning wanton leaching (?) hour
lay this if be (?) like a whirling
like a swirling burning lake of fire, fire

these frail extremities express a grief
of pure impartiality
Mary be at one with me
Hands of Mary comfort me

certain sanctity God s peak (?) to will
all in all and all in you and me
Martha spread your arms to me
Martha reaching out for me