Bruce Cockburn Follow

Crossed the border laughing
never know what to expect
they wanted to know what church I'm in
and what things I collect
they're trying to plug holes in the hull
while flames eat up the deck
the captain and his crew
don't seem to get the disconnect

Passing through the iris of the world
Passing through the iris of the world

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU
on a boulder by the shoulder
the paint will likely outlive
both the feeling and the holder
in the age of Global Warming
when all things are growing colder
it's beautiful the writer
opened up his heart and told her

Passing through the iris of the world
Passing through the iris of the world

I'm good at catching rainbows
not so good at catching trout
I'm good at blowing holes in things
and ranting in self doubt
I've got a way with time and space
but numbers freak me out
I've mostly dodged the dogmas
of what life is all about

Passing through the iris of the world
Passing through the iris of the world

I'm talking in strange voices
to myself the way I do
the road under the half moon sky
rolls out in shades of blue
I'm raw anticipation
of our rhythmic rendezvous
loving the gift of the loving I get
and the loving I give to you

Passing through the iris of the world
Passing through the iris of the world