Evensong Songtext
von The Innocence Mission

The day is over
And still so heavy on the mind
In flew glowing, smiling
Mother butterfly
In yellow
To join the frowning cactus crowd
Finding flowers even there
To flutter round


I thought, isn′t Mother grand?
The way she flies and flies
Into the sting of the cold
And the prick of the barbed wire
Isn't mother grand
To gladly fly and swiftly fly
Into the sting of the cold
And the prick of the barbed wire

The day is over
And still goes passing through the mind
In came glowing, smiling
Mother, sure and kind
To rouse us
To give ourselves out and to cry
Birth to warm intentions
Worthless otherwise


Oh, the lives that brush against us
Pass us by and by
The friends who may or may not come
If we would first invite
Oh, to open doors
To always gladly fly and fly
Into the sting of the cold
And the prick of the barded wire