Thanksgiving - The Old Graveyard lyrics

Wil you show me the way of true lovers Through my mind, and over my lungs And carry my heart through these shadows In the pregnant night, to our baby dawn. I'll shut my eyes and then open them wide And cradle the light with my chest and arms So that will take care as its father and mother I'll live on holy day. And so we'll make the day We'll make it that way. Will you carry this torch, grandmother? Through the trees and over the water. And show the way to the shadows Back to your house and how bravery goes Meanwhile I'll drive this steamroller In the pitch black dark all over the graves Of every boy and every king And every master maker of every man made thing. All the princes and all the priests All the soldiers who made history. And when the sun comes up on those tumbling stones Will you share an apple with me in the new meadows