He Was Alone

He was alone in the crowd

he was alone in the cell;

Late, you sang for him, too late

too late, too late.

He doesn’t hear your voice

your love is dead to him

your words are dead, your sobs;

late the memory, late your kiss

too late, too late.

He was calm and handsome

he was alone, an orphan,

he was righteous and boundless

like the sky.

Now you call his name,

you swear a fierce oath on his blood

and wait for the hour of death;

he is leaving us now like the rain

like the rain, like the rain.