Prayer for Mr. Davis Songtext
von Kurt Elling

Yesternight heard the song of the Blackbird
Playing bittersweetness through the bell of a shimmering horn
In hosts of hundred-colored tones

In the tones you could hear sacred stories
You could hear Mr. Davis was smiling his ironic smile at life

Feeling no shame, though feeling comes with fear
And fear mingles with trust in what may be a dream


But still, it seemed to him he′d traveled down the path
Of hope and loss and work and pain
And all that's straining
To become itself in time for a breath
Before the death of sound

Taking hold of a gift from the gods
Measuring odds
Making love to a sound with a voice of its own

Taking hold of a gift from the gods
Measuring odds
Making love to a sound with a voice of its own

May the tone never end
Amen