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
