SUIT OF GREY WIND

IN YOUR SUIT OF GREY WIND

YOU STAND

A STRANGER TO ALL MEN,

A MAN WHO WOULD BUILD THE FIRES

TO CONSUME MY JOAN OF ARC.

I'VE LISTENED TO YOUR SLAVES

THE POEMS THAT YOU'VE MADE

INTO AN ECHO OF PRISONS FOR YOUR HEART.

AND WHERE WAS I AS YOUR LOVE WALTZED BY ?

WELL, I WAS OUT SLEEPING IN THE RAIN.

AND I'LL MEET YOU IF YOU CALL

IN THE COLD, HARD DAWN,

IF YOU'LL WEAR YOUR SUIT OF GREY WIND.

YOUR LADIES WERE LIARS

AND TOWN HALL CRYERS

AND THEY DRAGGED YOUR HEART TO THE HIGH HILLED SCAFFOLD,

BUT YOU LOVED EVERY ONE

AND AS EACH DAY WAS DONE,

YOU GAVE UP YOUR LOVE IN THE CARNIVAL RAFFLE.

AND WHERE WAS I AS YOUR LOVE WALTZED BY ?

WELL, I WAS OUT SLEEPING IN THE RAIN.

AND I'LL MEET YOU IF YOU CALL

IN THE COLD, HARD DAWN,

IF YOU'LL WEAR YOUR SUIT OF GREY WIND.

SUZANNE IS GONE BUT HER SONG STAYS ON

AND MARYANNE IS CAUGHT ALL IN HER WEAVING,

AND JOAN OF ARC IS A LIGHT IN THE PARK,

AND THE SISTERS OF MERCY THEY LAY DREAMING.

AND YES YOU'RE STILL HANDSOME

AND YOUR MIND HAS NOT CRUMBLED

AND THE LADIES THEY ARE HUMBLED BESIDE YOU,

AND I'LL MEET YOU WHEN YOU CALL

IN THE COLD, HARD DAWN

IF YOU'LL WEAR YOUR SUIT OF GREY WIND.

(C) MEG DAVIS 1978

(P) Leelanau Heritage Arts 1978 / BMI