Lady Magdelene

The man on the right is a man undone

He'd give you his soul

If you asked him for some

A child in his way for he needs to believe

That love is a song for each man to sing

The man on the left is a prize un-won

A candle unlit and a song unsung

Believing that love is a dreamer's dream

The man on the left,

The me in between

Lady Magdelene,

I can hear your distant trumpet

Calling from the morning mountain

Singing to the passing river

Take me home,

Show me peaceful days

Before my youth has gone

The man in between waits between the two

Not hearing the lie and not seeing the true

Unknowing what is and denying what seems

And there he will sleep

The man in between

Lady Magdelene,

I can hear your distant trumpet

Calling from the morning mountain

Singing to the passing river

Take me home,

Show me peaceful days

Before my youth has gone

Lady Magdelene,

Make the sound of silent thunder

Calling from the lips of Abraham

Make a sound that we may wonder,

Where we are

Take us to your soul

For we have wandered far

The man on the right was a man undone

The man on the left like a prize unwon

And God only knows

What their time will bring

Or what will become

Of the man in between