I remember walking in the fields around York
Miserere, oh miserere
I remember sitting in a small room in London
Miserere
And I remember thinking
Miserere, miserere
I was sad
Miserere, miserere
This was the stage of building broken gods
Oh miserere
Miserere
This was the stage of reading the black books
Miserere, miserere
And possibly I rented my soul
Possibly, oh, but anyway
Miserere, miserere
Miserere, miserere
Loss
Loss
And if so, I ask for pardon
And if not, I ask for pardon, anyway

(I have seen this world as a great howl of pain
I have seen this world as a great ocean of blood
I have seen this world as the acme of suffering
I have seen this world as the great disappointment
I have seen this world as the great zero gape
In which all our hopes flicker out
Goodbye they say as they go
Goodbye they cry
Loss flies)
Moonlight, you will say
And what does it matter whether God
Speaks to us from amongst the thorns
Or the flowers
But still and still
He shrieks to me
"Miserere miserere miserere miserere miserere"
Oh, wretched
Oh miserere
Moonlight, you will say
Moonlight, you will say