I went up a mountain asked my love above
What must do to gain yr love?
But you don't really like poetry, do ya?
I gave you my gift of words
I tried to use it for good
Hallelujah
You know I want to be known
That's why I frown
Because I am old and gray
Please tell me the way
The answer, you said, will cut me
Like a knife
You already have the might
Hallelujah
I went down the mountain
And found someone in my bed
They tied me to a chair and shaved my head
I slept in their arms
Singing Hallelujah
Hallelujah- A lovely tribute to Leonardo Cohen. Like MJ writes, i repeat -the master must be humming your poem.
Brilliant, LeeAnn. I've been reading more than a few poems that seem to be chanelling Cohen....I can feel the master humming your verse.
A great tribute to the legendary Leonard Cohen. LeeAnn, you would never insult Cohen or any other masters. You always write beautifully crafted masterpiece tributes! Aces on this one!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bold, brilliant and beautiful........dear LeeAnn......10