A Song for St. Cecilia's Daydream

In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and desperation Fury, frantic indignation Holy land Where the apple falls from the open hand of love And then you kicked it You kicked it all the way to the river and now it's floating Notes the wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above Orpheus could lead the savage race The trees unrooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre But bright Cecila raised the wonder higher Holy land Where the apple falls from the open hand of love And then you kicked it You kicked it all the way To the river and now it's floating So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour The trumpet shall be heard on high The dead shall live, and living die And music shall untune the sky It's floating