歌词
The sun didn't shine on the day that Leonard Cohen died
There was no music played, we just sat down and cried
No Dixieland parade, and no stars in the sky
No sins washed away, the rivers all were dry
Nothing's been the same since Leonard Cohen died
The curtain in the temple was torn right down in two
His children's hands were gentle as they laid him in the tomb
We may try to wear his mantle but we can't carry the tune
We may follow his example if we dare to seek the truth
It's more than we can handle. What are we gonna do?
I sought prayer and meditation in a room I found upstairs
Our Mother of Tribulation did not answer my prayers
I called Jesus from the station, but couldn't meet him there
The prophets of every nation, they all cut off their hair
O God why have you forsaken in our hour of despair?
A man got up from his table and dressed himself in white
He killed his brother Abel, and he felt justified
He proudly wore the label his enemies despised
The Lord sent down his angels. They all were shot on sight
The judges on the payroll called it suicide
O God send down your mercy for all our sins and pride
We're hungry and we're thirsty for justice we denied
We've been repeating history, we've been on the wrong side
O God of grace and mystery, do you hear us when we cry?
Seems like you're not listening since Leonard Cohen died
Written by: Matthew Donald Black
