Leonard Cohen The Guests
One by one, the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The open-hearted many
The broken-hearted few
And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh love I need you
I need you
I need you I need you
Oh . . . I need you now
And those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
And "welcome, welcome" cries a voice
"Let ll my guests come in"
And no one knows where . . .
And all go stumbling through that house
In lonely secrecy
Saying "do reveal yourself"
Or "why has thou forsaken me?"
And no one knows where . . .
All at once the torches flare
The inner door flies open
One by one they enter there
In every style of passion
And no one knows where . . .
And here they take there sweet repast
While house and grounds dissolve
And one by one the guests are casts
Beyond the garden wall
And no one knows where . . .
Those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
Those who earnestly are lost
Are lost and lost again
And no one knows where . . .
One by one the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The broken-hearted many
The open-hearted few
And no one knows where . . .
