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Susan Kane: Listen

Meryem Ana

(Susan Kane)
November 19, 2012
Susan Kane

Meryem Ana    Susan Kane


On a bright fall day I made my way along      

The rocky path up Nightingale Mountain       

And in a cool grove of ancient olive trees                  

Stood an old stone house and a quiet flowing fountain

There were solemn pilgrims down upon their knees

Laughing kids and nuns with rosaries


Meryem  Ana, Meryem Ana,  Meryem Ana; hear their prayer


I shook the dust from my feet and stepped inside the rooms

Breathed in beeswax, incense, dusty carpets  

The Ave Maria always makes me weep          

Lit a candle for my dead and hurried through the exit

Then I came upon a wall of a thousand rags              

White bouquets of fragile tissue flags


They flutter in the breezes, they get melted in the rain

The ink bleeds away, leaving ghostly faded stains

Washed away, washed away


Meryem Ana, Meryem Ana, Meryem Ana, hear our prayer


And in my dreams I go to Mary’s House                      

And I write on a tissue what I wish for you                   

I wonder what do they know that I don’t know

Surely this thin veil of life is what is true?

Where I will go when my life nears its close?

And will I ever find that pure white rose?


Meryem Ana, Meryem Ana, Meryem Ana..hear my prayer


Guitars: Susan, Billy Masters

Bass: Zev Katz

Percussion:  Ben Wittman

Harmony:  Catherine Miles