Lover, lover, lover

I asked my father, I said: Father change my name. The one I'm using now it's covered up with fear and filth and cowardice and shame. He said: I locked you in this body, I meant it as a kind of trial. You can use it for a weapon, or to make some woman smile. Then let me start again, I cried, Oh please let me start again. I want a face that is fair, I want a spirit that is calm. I never turned aside, he said, I never never walked away. It was you who built the temple, It was you who covered up my face. You may come to me in happiness Or you may come to me in grief, You may come to me in deepest faith Or you may come in disbelief. Lover, lover, lover, come back to me.

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[leonard cohen, New skin for the old ceremony