Letra de Amen Corner

It's glorious today so you know it will pass away
The doves and snapping turtles bite at me
Catatonic ash, don't bump against them tender wounds
This petunia land smells of timothy
I have read the maps of the Patron Saint of Haggard
Arm the minds of midwives who deliver thee
My hands are not enough; I will swing a hammer
Amen Corner's where they'll gather and meet
On Amen Corner is where they gather
All them midwives who delivered me
Their looks are unwashed, ashamed, and haggard
Seeing my hand empty of offerings
They took my rolled map, ripped it to tatters
Turned their backs, and they commenced to sing
I stroke my dark dove, I pat my turtle
But their response is as cold as charity
Snapping turtles hide, Scrape their teeth against their hide
Doves stumble 'round turned dark from timothy
The midwives turn to saints swinging what's delivered
On Amen Corner the haggard hammer sings
My snapping turtle it still be snapping
My dark dove can only bark at me
I pull his dark down, rip it to tatters
Glue the feathers to my turtle's covering
I will swing it, my soft-hard hammer
To my midwives this is my offering
On Amen Corner, I'll be delivered
My soft-hard hammer will sing as it swings