Keening for the Dawn Lyrics


Music Steve Bell
Lyric Steve Bell / Malcolm Guite

On and on the night goes on Brooding dark before the dawn We are waiting
Worried lips rehearse our creeds Bellies swollen with your seed We are waiting
Hardened shards of broken bread Small consolations in your stead Soured wine a tonic for the pain Dutifully we take our fill
Still we long to see your face again Keening for the dawn as such
Stirs the memory of your touch
We are waiting
We are waiting

Hungry work, these endless feasts Shriveling as we all increase
We are waiting
Wearied eyes take in the sights Smarting under tinselled lights
We are waiting
Break the too familiar word
Hearing strains we’ve never heard
A double edge that pierces through the pain All that we shall see fulfilled
The dawning day we see your face again Keening for the dawn as such
Stirs the memory of your touch
We are waiting