Kiss a velvet doll   strung high on the wall   oak and pine   mahogany mine   the eyes of mercy they are thine      We look for the better angels of our nature   we look in vain   speak truth   cost as it may   every seeking a narrower way   ever weak   however strong   they are most beautiful before they're gone      Whitewashed   given foothold and license   you snuck in here on a folk song   try yourself   do something   rise from the ground like a flower   prove to be   be found to be      What does the lord require   to do justly   to love mercy   to walk humbly on his ground   he does set straight with a glance   guilt washed down in weeping      Don't come around my dreams no more   with a fist full of stick   come in the smile of Elijah   he is the lord and healer of the sick      Les absents ont toujours tort   les absents ont toujours tort