[ti:Evensong] [ar:The Innocence Mission] [al:The Perks of Being a Wallflowe] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.32]Evensong [00:02.42] [00:23.12]The day is over [00:25.32] [00:27.01]And still so heavy on the mind: [00:30.00] [00:31.95]In flew glowing smiling Mother butterfly [00:35.88] [00:39.77]In yellow [00:40.76] [00:42.96]To join the frowning cactus crowd [00:45.99] [00:48.01]Finding flowers - even there - to flutter round [00:53.10] [00:57.31]I thought Isn't Mother grand [01:00.31] [01:01.01]The way she flies and flies [01:03.19] [01:04.10]Into the sting of the cold [01:06.23] [01:06.92]And the prick of the barbed wire [01:09.29] [01:13.24]Isn't mother grand [01:15.06] [01:15.75]To gladly fly and swiftly fly [01:19.03] [01:20.34]Into the sting of the cold [01:22.33] [01:23.08]And the prick of the barbed wire [01:25.86] [01:42.76]The day is over [01:44.51] [01:46.53]And still goes passing through the mind: [01:49.90] [01:51.60]In came glowing smiling Mother sure and kind [01:56.74] [01:59.29]To rouse us [02:00.67] [02:02.35]To give ourselves out and to cry [02:06.00] [02:07.50]Birth to warm intentions worthless otherwise [02:11.90] [02:16.73]Oh the lives that brush against us [02:20.76]Pass us by and by [02:22.51] [02:23.70]The friends who may or may not come [02:27.81] [02:28.50]If we would first invite [02:30.66] [02:32.86]Oh to open doors [02:34.52] [02:35.27]To always gladly fly and fly [02:38.11] [02:39.83]Into the sting of the cold [02:41.89] [02:42.51]And the prick of the barded wire