LEONARD COHEN.

If it be your will that I speak no more
and my voice be still as it was before
I will speak no more I shall abide until
I am spoken for if it be your will

If it be your will that a voice be true
from this broken hill I will sing to you
From this broken hill all your praises they shall ring
if it be your will to let me sing

If it be your will if there is a choice
let de rivers fill let the hills rejoice
let your mercy spill on all these burning hearts in hell
if it be your will to make us well

And draw us near and bind us tight
all your children here in their rags of light
in our rags of light all dressed to kill
and end this night if it be your will