WHEN THE SPIRIT WALKS IN THE ROOM Bruce Cockburn Manhattan or Dakar Makes no difference where you are It doesn't matter what you think Or if you smoke or if you drink You're a thread upon the loom When the spirit walks in the room You could be naked, you could be armed You could be charming, you could be charmed You could be open, you could be closed Be one of us or one of those Refrain On the march or on the run It matters not, what you have done Nor what you'll do, nor what you'll say We play the role we're made to play We're but threads upon the loom When the spirit walks in the room It can appear at any hour When it comes, it comes in power You may not walk, you may not see But you'll become what you can be Refrain
(My thanks to Bruce Cockburn.)
The Gentle Nudge
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Thank you, Phyllis. Haven’t listened to Bruce for a long time. I’m 66 and he was a bright light starting in my early teens. Been to more concerts than I can count. Maybe it’s time for another.
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