Handsome Dan Van/David Video

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DAVID
Five thousand suns have come and gone
Since the barefoot boy was new
He took his ax, split the ground
In hopeful lattitudes
A locus of angels swirled around him
Every one the same
For pride is the sin of fire
Fire is the sin of flame

Shine, shine, shine
The light down on him

White stones rolled off the mountaintop
Mute as human shame
He chose seven of the smallest
Marked them name by name
The finest goat was broken
Necessity dulled the sting
The finest blade was opened
Cut the barefoot boy a sling

CHORUS

Just outside a sycamore grove
A linen tent was hung
The night sank deep within him
Cold as a serpent's tongue
Minutes turned to hours
The moon distilled to tears
He remembered warmer visions
Cried out till his thoughts rang clear

CHORUS

The pale green dawn was broken
Footsteps shocked the ground
A man scowled through the treetops
Roared like rage unbound
The barefoot boy loosed six stones
They failed him in his task
The treetop man approached him
He flung his hopeful last

CHORUS

Crack of bone resounded
The sling slipped from his hand
The barefoot boy stood weeping
Beside the dying man
Cheering crowd bequeathed the boy
A wound that will never heal
With bitter peace inside him
Walked back to his field

CHORUS