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Lyrics
This is the day I shall be wed
As I wait my thoughts are dead
They lie stretched on the rack of love
Embalmed like so many dirt-filled gloves
And each stiff finger remembers
Nothing of the cold black embers
It once caressed with so much care
As if each branch would lead somewhere
Now the fingers of every thought
Cannot remember what they sought
This is the day I shall be wed
From my heart all fears have fled
My heart alone is alive today
A living, beating lump of clay
Sustaining life with every pulse
Incapable of feeling false
Doubt cast out from the heart of life
The tell-tail heart that found my wife
I love her though my thoughts are still
When I say I do I will
This is the day I shall be wed
This is the day I shall be wed
This is the day
This is the day
This is the day
Words and Music 1981, 2024 by Jack Morris