He Held His Heart For His Chest Was Breaking
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J.S.Bach - Cantata BWV 208 - (Schafe können sicher weiden)
This Cantata, it is one of my favourites. I always wanted to write a text of my own to it. And so I did... adding it as lyric, You should really listen to the music while reading, because the text should follow the music VERY closely...
Chorus:
He held his heart
For his chest was breaking
She held her head
Cause her skull was aching
Oh
What pains our troubled souls
To the point of disbelief
Over the edge of killing grief
In an abyss of cold reprieve
Verse:
He held her tight,
of fear she would leave him
Sadness grabbed his guilt
With iron grip
(He held his heart
For his chest was breaking)
She held her head
Cause her skull was aching
Oh
What pains our troubled souls
In darkness
Oh
To the point of disbelief
She held him tight, to dance with him
A waltz of loss
He kissed her hair
For his heart was breaking
She held tight for she was aching
A dance of losing love
Chorus:
He held his heart
For his chest was breaking
She held her head
Cause her skull was aching
Oh
What pains our troubled souls
To the point of disbelief
Over the edge of killing grief
In an abyss of cold reprieve
Bridge:
"Let go
Let go, oh, my lovely
For it is time to grant me my freedom
to choose my life in my own selfish way"
Chorus:
He held his heart
For his chest was breaking
She held her head
Cause her skull was aching
Oh
What pains our troubled souls
To the point of disbelief
Over the edge of killing grief
In an abyss of cold reprieve
Verse:
"I love you, I do
But life is a cruel fiend
Please be my friend
Though I cannot be here
But love someone else
I will hold you so dear
I love a man, you love me
How cruel
Please find someone to give
What you need most
You!
My wife, my companion,
For life
So they said...
They say so much
I hurt everything in you
I love you so"
He held her tight,
of fear she would leave him
Sadness grabbed his guilt
With iron grip
He held his heart
For his chest was breaking
(She held her head
Cause her skull was aching)
Oh
What pains our troubled souls
In darkness
Oh
To the point of disbelief
She held him tight, to dance with him
A waltz of loss
He kissed her hair
For his heart was breaking
She held tight for she was aching
A dance of losing love
Chorus:
He held his heart
For his chest was breaking
She held her head
Cause her skull was aching
Oh
What pains our troubled souls
To the point of disbelief
Over the edge of killing grief
In an abyss of cold reprieve
***
February 17, 2017
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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