Hallelujah
(Lyrics: Cohen, Recorded By Buffy Sainte-Marie
God is alive, magic is afoo
God is alive, magic is afoo
God is alive, magic is afoo
God is afoot, magic is aliv
Alive is afoot, magic never die
God never sickene
Many poor men lie
Many sick men lie
Magic never weakene
Magic never hi
Magic always rule
God is afoot, God never die
God was rule
Though his funeral lengthene
Though his mourners thickene
Magic never fle
Though his shrouds were hoiste
The naked God did liv
Though his words were twiste
The naked magic thrive
Though his death was publishe
Round and round the worl
The heart did not believ
Many hurt men wondere
Many struck men ble
Magic never faltere
Magic always lea
Many stones were rolle
But God would not lie dow
Many wild men lie
Many fat men listene
Though they offered stone
Magic still was fe
Though they locked their coffer
God was always serve
Magic is afoot, God is aliv
Alive is afoo
Alive is in comman
Many weak men hungere
Many strong men thrive
Though they boast of solitud
God was at their sid
Nor the dreamer in his cel
Nor the captain on the hil
Magic is aliv
Though his death was pardone
Round and round the worl
The heart would not believ
Though laws were carved in marbl
They could not shelter me
Though altars built in parliament
They could not order me
Police arrested magic and magic went with the
Mmmmm.... for magic loves the hungr
But magic would not tarr
It moves from arm to ar
It would not stay with the
Magic is afoo
It cannot come to har
It rests in an empty pal
It spawns in an empty min
But magic is no instrumen
Magic is the en
Many men drove magi
But magic stayed behin
Many strong men lie
They only passed through magi
And out the other sid
Many weak men lie
They came to God in secre
And though they left Him nourishe
They would not tell who heale
Though mountains danced before the
They said that God was dea
Though his shrouds were hoiste
The naked God did liv
This I mean to whisper to my min
This I mean to laugh within my min
This I mean my mind to serv
Til' service is but magi
Moving through the worl
And mind itself is magi
Coursing through the fles
And flesh itself is magi
Dancing on a cloc
And time itsel
The magic length of God
