Oh clerk in black, swinging away with your silent blade;
the morning grass never stood a chance and it's far too late.
Could I trouble you for a word? It's just that, lately I have heard,
that you've come so far with the lonely task to take my sunshine away.
Have you not a beating heart? Or even skin to feel the drought
of the icy touch your presence brings to this Summer's day?
I'd love it so, to have her here - oh how sweet love tastes,
before the thread is cut and bitter flows turn dark hairs grey.
May I ask that you return? Or even that you take me first;
just as long as you let me let her know that I'm not far away.
Could you let me see her face? Or let us share a last embrace,
before you cut us short like the grass you mowed in this empty place?
Would you consider what I say? I beg you, please, just let her stay.
This heart can only break so much before you're back here again.
Listen to Compromise here:
My apologies for the bad quality and shaky vocals - first time singing this out loud and first chance I had being home alone to record it :)
That grim reaper is a heartless scoundrel indeed! Seriously though Maher ... this is a brilliant piece and depicts so brilliantly the 'bargaining' thoughts we all have when faced with losing a loved one. :-) x
I may just go and get my acoustic guitar, attempt the few chords I know and strum pathetically away while reciting these words, thus completely and utterly besmearing your lovely work with some of the worst guitar playing heard in many a long year...