Off the Charts

Flashing through the air the notes of the music flowing from the human heart Flowers at the door, a dress twirls, the shoes step lightly—this is where it starts Some say life is nasty, brutish, & short but here the joy is off the charts When all around is cold, I see no fire Love stays true In the mud and concertina wire It punches through Be with me (Come along and) be with me Now pretend the years go by, here's a man without a job to feed the kids The girl who wore the dress stands fast with the lights on, shepherding her pots and lids Together underneath a brass crucifix It shows them how to do as he did