Mark Bingham - Ancient Days Lyrics

I said in my haste All men are liars
Oh keep my tongue from evil In these ancient days
Old men will dream of ruins Young men cut the wires
Let your heart not be troubled Through these ancient days

I will consider the lilies of the field
The soil in which we toil I will not turn
Wide is the gate that needs no introduction
In these ancient days

The wages of sin I dont know what that means
Unseen and eternal is still a labor of love, labor of love

My charity covers a multitude of hate
Like drops of holy water in these ancient days
Tired of praising famous men
Tired of laughing to scorn
Drawing in the common air Crows cawing on the fence post

My broken spirit My contrite heart
My sins are forgiven My love bears all things, all things

My enemies lick the dust with Sheb Wooley in "High Noon"
Karl Malden on the waterfront
Molecules of love in these ancient days
In these ancient days