Song of the Goddess lyrics

by

Kurt Weill


[GODDESS]
He calls on me, poor wandering one
A voice more piteous than the rest
And knows not I'm a thing of stone
And have no heart within my breast

A million years I dreamless lay
Insensate in the quiet earth
Unformed and will-less 'til the day
Men rived me forth and gave me birth

And set me up with queer intent
To swear their pride and folly by
And I who never nothing meant
Am used to send men forth to die

A million yеars of wind and sun
A million years it's over then
And mеn and all their hates are done
And under sea I sleep again
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