At The Close Of Every Day Little Do I Know
see that's when i had heard the maid call
to join that night for dinner after all
i must have thought that i'd seen her before
or was it me that'd the maid had been sent for
to leave my thoughts and ways here at the door
is but to stop me just to ignore
i walked the hall when i saw a bright light
i raised my hand for a moment's true delight
little do i know of
your food at the table
sweet the water stolen
i don't think i'm able to tell, the source, the well.
you served me food, prepared me the meat
And mixed the wine, it's such a real good treat
the place was filled
and the table had been set
i felt at home, i drank wine, I ate your bread
little do i know of
your food at the table
sweet the water stolen
i don't think i'm able to tell, the source, the well.
see folly's waiting for me tonight
seated at the city's higher site
calling out to those who pass her by
i sense the urge even though i hear the cry
little do i know of
your food at the table
sweet the water stolen
i don't think i'm able to tell, the source, the well.
