May these clothes I wear
Not be a hindrance for my soul
to care
These judgement days
Are my only pilgrim’s goal
For something so great
That a fine suit or combed
Hair cannot even rate
For heaven I cry is
My wild lovers writhing
Bliss
May these clothes I wear
Not be a hindrance for my soul
to care
These judgement days
Are my only pilgrim’s goal
For something so great
That a fine suit or combed
Hair cannot even rate
For heaven I cry is
My wild lovers writhing
Bliss
