Song of a New Man

The fisherman’s line he throws

Into the river its cast

I had to let it go

I had to let it pass

The rain hangs its bow

Across the sun’s looking glass

But I had to let it go

I had to let it pass

The sedge lay down in the flow

They lay like tired grass

I had to let them go

I had to let them pass

The gulls were gliding low

Across the fields of glass

I had to let them go

I had to let them pass

She stood white in the snow

And all Christmas seemed like a farce

I had to let it go

And I had to let it pass

Jesus came in tow

He sat in the midnight mass

He never let me go

He never let me pass

The river runs so slow

And then it runs too fast

I had to let it go

I had to let it pass