Prayer Is Translation. A Man Translates Himself

Dance Me To Your Beauty With A Burning Violin Dance Me Through The Panic 'til I'm Gathered Safely In Lift Me Like An Olive Branch And Be My Homeward Dove Dance Me To The End Of Love

I Always Loved Those Little Creatures [hummingbird], Always Feel Blessed When They Appear Nearby. There's A Magical Quality To Them. I Finally Put One In A Song.

I Swear By This Song And By All That I Have Done Wrong, I Will Make It All Up To Thee.

And I Had Not Much Of A Voice. I Didn't Play That Great Guitar Either.

And Here You Are Hurried, And Here You Are Gone; And Here Is The Love, That It's All Built Upon.