Leonard Cohen Lyrics

7. Our Lady Of Solitude

All summer long she touched me 
She gathered in my soul 
From many a thorn, from many thickets 
Her fingers, like a weaver's 
Quick and cool 
And the light came from her body 
And the night went through her grace 
All summer long she touched me 
And I knew her, I knew her 
Face to face 

And her dress was blue and silver 
And her words were few and small 
She is the vessel of the whole wide world 
Mistress, oh mistress, of us all 

Dearly dead; Queen of Solitude 
I thank you with my heart 
for keeping me so close to thee 
while so many, oh so many, stood apart 

And the light came from her body 
And the night went through her grace 
All summer long she touched me 
I knew her, I knew her 
Face to face

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