Bright and Future - Henry Jamison

«Saints above» she said, with a hand upon my head

And we wheeled over the field under the sky

And I was nineteen and she was twenty-one

And we were high low high low high low high

We were high low high low high

Now a leper kneels and prays

For bright and future airy days

His bandages have all decayed

The sun is beating down

And from the forest flies a bird

A cardinal that’s overheard

And understood the leper’s words

And become his shocking crown

These are the kinds of things she’d say to me while crying on my shoulder

And I am trying to console her

But we’re high low high low high low high

When you’re high, you’re low, when you’re high