Lyrics

His Was  (I Knew Him)

His was a weaver’s hand

Turning and turning a single strand

Of my hair

Over and under his fingers there

Weaving a tapestry of the rarest hue

His palette was water, earth and sky

The colors lived in his touch and I

Lived there, too

In one that I loved

One that I knew

 

His was a lover’s eye

Deeper than winter, wide as the sky

And as blue

Looking for something it couldn’t see

Turning, instead, to look straight at me

And through

His tears would arise at each dawn of night

And die again at the first gray light

Like the dew

On one that I loved

One that I knew

 

(Chorus)

I knew him, I knew him

And I loved, I loved him truly

I knew him, I knew him

And I believe he knew me, too

The one that I loved

The one that I knew

 

His was a poet’s voice

Lying and crying, lamenting, rejoicing he would

Softly caress with a single word

Slowly undress to an overheard

Understood

Song of the dying of the much too young

Sweet tarantellas upon his tongue

Dancing to

The one that I loved

The one that I knew

 

(Chorus)

 

His was an angel’s soul

On which an earth-bound heaven took it’s toll

All too soon

The strings of his spirit were quickly frayed

When life’s cruel melody too loudly played

It’s tune

So, unwilling to pay the price

And impatient for paradise

It flew

From one that I loved

One that I knew

 

All words and music by Dave Hall ©

Publisher: Row House Music   PRO: ASCAP