Blake's View - M Ward

«Death is just a door,» Blake said it first

It’s just another room we enter, it’s the threshold that hurts

Birth is just a chorus, death is just a verse

In the great song of spring that the mockingbirds sing

We come and we go a-weeping and a-wailing, our heads in the hands of the nurse

Put your head on my shoulder, baby, tell me where it hurts

You say you lost your one and only, could it get any worse?

I say death is just a door, you’ll be reunited on the other side

Birth is just a chorus, death is just a verse

In the great song of spring that the mockingbirds sing

We come and we go a-weeping and a-wailing, our heads in the hands of the nurse

Well, put your head on my shoulder, baby, tell me where it hurts

You say you lost your one and only, could it get any worse?

I say death is just a door, you’ll be reunited on the other side

Yeah, death is just a door

You’ll be reunited on the other side

Yeah, death is just a door

You’ll be reunited by and by