Through a series of circumstances I recently latched on to an album called ‘The Ill Tempered Klavier’ by singer/songwriter Ben Shive. Ben has worked with Andrew Peterson, one of my favorite artists, and that was part of what led me to this album.
As happens to me too rarely, I was totally blown away by the whole album. I have listened to it over and over and virtually memorized all the songs.
As a service to the internet community, I’m planning to blog the words, as best I can decipher them, to the whole album. This entry gives the words to ‘She is the Rising Sun.” On Ben Shive’s (rarely updated) blog he describes this song as ‘The moon confesses his true feelings.’
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She is the Rising Sun, by Ben Shive
I would say that I was lost in space;
A shivering stone in a lonely sky. I was
sinking in my silent grave
and I was drowning in the darkness
‘til she woke me with her light.
She is bright as the morning,
Fair as the evening wanes.
There is warmth in her fingers,
Light on her lovely face.
Oh, she is the sun; she is the rising sun.
There’s a hole in the pocket of the midnight blue. I am
Slipping through like a lucky dime. I am
Running like a boy in brand new shoes.
And when I’m flying by Orion, she is shining in my mind.
She is on my horizon, rising to wake the dawning day.
She is drawing me homeward, driving my tears away.
We are dancing in orbit, marking the season’s turn.
Though I cast her reflection, she is the fire that burns.
She is bright as the morning,
Fair as the evening wanes.
There is warmth in her fingers,
Light on her lovely face.
Oh, she is the sun; Oh, she is the rising sun.
