4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Lyrics
[Intro]
Oh-ee-ah-ohh… ae-ee-ohh-aehh…
Ee-yah-ohh… aaah-ee-yah…
[Verse 1]
I have stood at the graveside
With the rain on my face
I have asked the grey heavens
Oh-ee-ah, for a word, for a trace
And the keen rose up in me
Like the women of old
Who wailed for the fallen
In the wind and the cold
[Chorus]
Oh, I'll keen, I'll KEEN
Ae-ee-ohh, for the world that is breaking
For the curse and the thorn
And the long night of aching
But I will not curse the morning
Oh-ee-OH-ee, or the Hand on the loom
For the One who counts the sparrows
Is the One inside the tomb
[Verse 2]
Sovereignty won't dry it
This water on my cheek
He wept at the grave of Lazarus
Oh-ee-ah, the strong One, for the weak
So I'll grieve and I will grieve
But not as those with no light
The bitterness can leave me
But the love won't leave the night
[Chorus]
Oh, I'll keen, I'll KEEN
Ae-ee-ohh, for the world that is breaking
For the curse and the thorn
And the long night of aching
But I will not curse the morning
Oh-ee-OH-ee, or the Hand on the loom
For the One who counts the sparrows
Is the One inside the tomb
[Bridge]
Caoineadh, caoineadh, ae-ee-ohh, the old word for the cry
Held in the Hand that hung the sky
Not abandoned, not alone
Aaah-YEH-ohh, the keen goes up to a Father's throne
[Final Chorus]
So I'll keen, I'll KEEN
Oh-ee-OH-ee, but the dark isn't winning
The wail is a prayer
And the end's a beginning
And I will not curse the morning
AAAH-ee-yah, for the curse is undone
By the One who wept beside me
And the rising of the Son
[Extended Outro]
Caoineadh… caoineadh… oh-ee-ah-ohh…
Ae-ee-ohh… the rising of the Son…
Aaah-ee-yah… not as those with no light…
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