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Invocation

Ah—eh—ee—oh—oo...

Ah—eh—ee—oh—oo...

Before the word,

before the sign,

the song was yours,

the breath was mine.

Verse

I learned the pages line by line,

then laid them down beneath the shrine.

You held my hands; I closed my eyes.

The seventh lantern left my sight.

A turquoise tablet keeps the vow.

What once was hidden gathers now.

Your lips are still. I hear you sing.

The sound arrives from everything.

Refrain

Through the eighth, into the ninth,

let the hymn unfold inside.

Let it rise without a sound.

Let it turn us round and round.

Ah—eh—ee—oh—oo...

Who is singing? Who is listening?

Ah—eh—ee—oh—oo...

Who is singing through whom?

Verse

The spring is full; it does not fall.

Its waters have no edge at all.

I reach to touch what has no shore.

My hands are open as before.

And all the ones I could not see

are keeping silent company.

I start to ask, but you begin

to sing the question back again.

Refrain

Through the eighth, into the ninth,

let the hymn unfold inside.

Let it rise without a sound.

Let it turn us round and round.

Ah—eh—ee—oh—oo...

Who is singing? Who is listening?

Ah—eh—ee—oh—oo...

Who is singing through whom?

Instrumental

Bridge

Who taught the silence how to sing?

Who draws the music from the string?

I feel the answer