Hail, Mary - Shearwater

Oh hail Mary, full of death

Sing me a bitter song

As dark as the day is long

And as black as your eyes are wild

While the hail from the blackened cloud is raking the firmament

Destroying our argument

About the temperature and the time

Wild and unbroken

We lay like a wounded lamb, facing a billygoat

Bowed down in our heavy coats

Under the force and the threat of his eyes

And we march in our rows and rows

Under a burning hand

Past the scars of the wounded land

Into a country of thorns and spines

Wild and unbroken

Oh, God save the chamberlain

Oh, God save his appointed successor

But God saved his hardest face for you and all your kind

That’s what’s troubling me

Hail Mary, sick and proud

And holding aloft the light

That would burn through a heaving night

And then leave us upon the rocks

And the child who is nearly born

Waits just to do you harm

Like the shock of a broken arm

Or a love that would burn you blind

Wild and unbroken