歌手:Leonard Cohen
专辑:《Live From The Mixed Bag Show, NY, April 28th 1985 WNEW-FM Broadcast (Remastered)》

作词 : Leonard Cohen
作曲 : Leonard Cohen
This is a small prayer
In the eyes of men he falls
And in his own eyes too
He falls from his high place
He trips on his achievement
He falls to you, he falls to know you.
It is sad, they say.
See his disgrace, say the ones at his heel.
But he falls radiantly toward the light to which he falls.
They cannot see who lifts him as he falls,
Or how his falling changes,
And he himself bewildered
Till his heart cries out to bless the one
Who holds him in his falling.
And in his fall he hears his heart cry out
His heart explains why he is falling
Why he had to fall, and he gives over to the fall.
Blessed are you, clasp of the falling.
He falls into the sky,
He falls into the light
None can hurt him as he falls.
Blessed are you, shield of the falling.
Wrapped in his fall, concealed within his fall,
He finds the place, he is gathered in.
While his hair streams back and his clothes tear in the wind,
He is held up, comforted, he enters into the place of his fall.
Blessed are you, embrace of the falling,
Foundation of the light, master of the human accident.