The Chimney Sweeper
I was young when my mom died and my father left when i was very little
I sweep your chimneys and rest in dirt
There's Tom who cried when he got a haircut
I told him not to worry because now he couldn't have dirt spoil his pretty hair
He was quiet that night and had a tremendous sight
Thousands of sweepers were locked in coffins
An angel came with a key and opened the coffins
They ran, leaping and happy in a field; then bathe in the river and dry in the sun
Just themselves, no baggage. They are free spirited.
The angel tells Tom to behave and he will be blessed
Tom awakes, and aquires bags and brushes to go to work
It was a cold morning, but Tom was happy from the dream. If everyone does their job, everything will be okay.
London
I walk through the streets along the Thames River.
I watch the people. They look weak and depressed.
Every cry from man and child is fearful.
In every voice I hear madness spreading
The chimney sweepers cry through the dark church
The soldier's sigh in exhaution.
Above all I hear the harlot's curse.
A new child is born, but only into darkness.
