Lyrics - Our Lady Of Solitude by Cohen Leonard

All summer long she touched me
She gathered in my soul
From many a thorn, from many thickets
Her fingers, like a weaver's
Quick and cool
And the light came from her body
And the night went through her grace
All summer long she touched me
And
I knew her,
I knew her
Face to face
And her dress was blue and silver
And her words were few and small
She is the vessel of the whole wide world
Mistress, oh mistress, of us all
Dearly dead;
Queen of
Solitude
I thank you with my heartfor keeping me so close to theewhile so many, oh so many, stood apart
And the light came from her body
And the night went through her grace
All summer long she touched me
I knew her,
I knew her
Face to face

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