My Lilith whispers to me
In a sacred tongue she speaks
Is this gospel, is it heresy?
Oh, with her, it just stopped mattering
My lover, oh, she takes my hand
Leads me through our broken promised land
What a workhorse becomes a man
When his heart begins to make demands
So, baby, lead the way
I’ll follow wherever you say
And as I wander, I will pray,
In vain,
For a smile upon your face.
If she leads me to a lake,
Into it I will wade
If the water turns to flame,
don’t blame
my baby for my fate.
Is she religion or mythology?
She gives even as she takes away from me
She’s much more than can be believed
My flesh and blood will be her offering
I always confess to all of her sins
Her breath on my ear, my only hymns
My only God the touch of her lips
Swear that kiss could make Lazarus live
So baby, lead the way.
Even to the end of days
In the garden I will lay
In wait
As Eve did for her snake
If she leads me to a lake,
Into it I will wade
If the water turns to flame
Don’t blame
My baby for my fate
If I fall, let me fall forevermore
Don’t catch me if this love should fail me, Lord
So, baby, lead the way
Even to the end of days
In the desert I will pray
For rain
Or slowly waste away
If she leads me to a lake
Into it I will wade
If the water turns to flame
Don’t blame
My baby for my fate
Saturday, August 8, 2026
Stanley Simmons - Lilith
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