DESCRIPTION:
The Poet, the Preacher and the Prophet

The poet crafted beauty from the rollin' day to day
Drew wisdom from the babbling of fools.
Coaxed warriors' dreams from gothic scenes
Of secular decay
A song sung for the living.

The preacher dreams of heaven but the devil makes him run
The gift of love must somehow be repaid.
My life for yours, a heart that's pure
Ask and it's forgiven.
A promise for the dyin'.

Chorus:
There's a ferry at the river,
But to reach the other side
There's a price that won't be paid with coins of gold.
But the riches of a dreamer
And the gift of sacrifice
And the guts to stand alone
Will take you home.

The prophet leaves the mirror's broken pieces on the ground
And speaks of things we'd just as soon ignore
Empty words, the devil's curse
And God knows he will burn
A gift for the unborn.

Chorus:
But the riches of a dreamer
And the gift of sacrifice
And the guts to stand alone
Will take you home.

Words and music by Scott Stover
Copyright 1996