The Clod and the Pebble Songtext
von Krystle Warren & The Faculty
The Clod and the Pebble Songtext
Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell′s despair.
So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet:
But a pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight:
Joys in another′s loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell′s despair.
So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet:
But a pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight:
Joys in another′s loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.
Writer(s): Krystle Warren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
