PJ Harvey - Prayer at the Gate Lyrics

As childhood died the new-born yearMade The Soldier reappearThe ash embowered night and dayAs at the five-bar gate she prayed;Wyman-Elvis, am I worthy?Wyman, speak your wordle to meElms unveiled in secret placesA thousand soonere-children's facesAnd drisk enshrouded in its cloakHolway, river, brook and oakAnd all souls under Orlam's reignMade passage for the born againSo look behind and look beforeAt life a-knocking at death's doorAnd teake towards your dark-haired LordForever bleeding with The Word