Carmina A Book of Poems

When the Moorcock Sings Tonight

I will dance out in the night

When the moon is low and bright,

And the moorcock sings to Peter.

My life like lemons is bitter

And I need to run and hide.

Mighty Jesus will abide

To be my refuge and rock.

That when three times the moorcock

Sings in the blissful night

All my kin will see the light

And we'll walk over the river.

Strong is the enemy but won't quiver

In the quest The Lord commanded.

A column of fire will guard the stranded

And the clouds will cover my head.

From the skies will fall bread

And His servants will not perish

And the hymns of the garish

And sad will sound with joy

For our enemy You will destroy.

When the moorcock sings tonight

All my kin will see the light.