Watchman, O Watchman (Isaiah 21)
Watchman, O Watchman
Sing me a song
Rather than trying
To stay up too long
Night turned to day
And the blackness of light
So here I will stay
In my conquest of sight.
Watchman, O Watchman
Tell me a tale
Of some foreign wasteland
Where corpses still stare
Day turned to night
And the mice ran away
But still I will fight
To recover the day.
Watchman, O Watchman
Wait for a while
I will be back
With a glance and a smile.
Soon I will ask him
What's left of the night
And know that his answer
Is sweet, dark, and bright.
No longer ruled by the day or the night.