Ant McNaught

O, field of honor.
O, love that is not denied.
O, tears of longing
the blind old poet cried.
O, crown of laurel,
hung from a twisted tree,
above a silver mirror
that is the Aegean sea.
The ocean breathes the world
and the world is breathing me.
 
The days go rolling by.
My love comes on so strong.
I got nowhere but this place.
I got nothing but this song.
 
O, heart of hunger
that seeks the lion’s share.
O, blade of longing
that pares the hard heart bare.
 
O, wheel of Chronos,
that racks the passing hours
and spins the laurel garland
to a diadem of stars.
 
The days go rolling by
and my love comes on so strong.
I got nowhere but this place.
I got nothing but this song.
 
O, sweetest moment
that draws the softest sigh.
O, mystic wheel of Chronos
that rolls the moments by.
The days go rolling by
and my love comes on so strong.
I got nowhere but this place.
I got nothing but this song.
 
I been missing you so much.
I been waiting here so long.
I got nowhere but this place.
I got nothing but this song.
 
Been missing you so much,
I been waiting here so long.
I got nowhere but this place.
I got nothing but this song.