Confessions (Song for Eric)

Music: D.G. Womb / Words: St. Augustine

Cover Photo Courtesy of F. Perez (Untitled)

My soul was a burden, bruised and bleeding

It was tired of the man that carried it

But I found no place to set it down to rest

No, I couldn’t find no place to set it down to rest

Neither the charm of the countryside, nor the sweet scent of a garden

Could sooth it, could sooth it, could sooth it

It found no peace in song or laughter

Non in the company of friends at table

Or in the pleasures of love

None even in books or poetry

Neither the charm of the countryside, nor the sweet scent of a garden

Could sooth it, could sooth it, could sooth it

Where could my heart find refuge from its self?

Where could I go yet leave myself behind?

Where could my heart find refuge from its self?

Where could I go yet leave myself behind?

Neither the charm of the countryside, nor the sweet scent of a garden

Could sooth it, could sooth it, could sooth it

Neither the charm of the countryside, nor the sweet scent of a garden

Could sooth it, could sooth it, could sooth it.