My eyes, they are not closing
My eyes, they will not close
Until I look for one more hour on your face.
My limbs, though they grow heavy
My limbs, though they grow weak
Will hold until again you’re at my side.
This coil powers down, old friend
old bitter, sweet, and lover
lonely sweet and memories that fade
But this I’ll never let go
from the daybreak to the get go
’til again I rest within your standing shade
For you were always there to shield me
when the living got too brilliant
you were always there to ease my troubled gaze
My filter and my fetter,
my father and my better,
my farmer and my water and my maize.
You nourished me and hid me
you ordered and you bid me
and you never knew you did it, all your life
so I beseech and now I bid you
as before when we were older, that you
come and one last time grant me your grace
For my eyes, they are not closing
my eyes, they will not close
Until I look for one last hour on your face.