Buffy Sainte-Marie - God Is Alive Magic Is Afoot

God is alive; Magic is afootGod is alive; Magic is afootGod is afoot; Magic is aliveAlive is afootMagic never diedGod never sickened;Many poor men liedMany sick men liedMagic never weakenedMagic never hidMagic always ruledGod is afootGod never diedGod was rulerThough his funeral lengthenedThough his mourners thickenedMagic never fledThough his shrouds were hoistedThe naked God did liveThough his words were twistedThe naked Magic thrivedThough his death was publishedRound and round the worldThe heart did not believeMany hurt men wonderedMany struck men bledMagic never falteredMagic always ledMany stones were rolledBut God would not lie downMany wild men liedMany fat men listenedThough they offered stonesMagic still was fedThough they locked their coffersGod was always servedMagic is afoot. God rulesAlive is afoot. Alive is in commandMany weak men hungeredMany strong men thrivedThough they boasted solitudeGod was at their sideNor the dreamer in his cellNor the captain on the hillMagic is aliveThough his death was pardonedRound and round the worldThe heart did not believeThough laws were carved in marbleThey could not shelter menThough altars built in parliamentsThey could not order menPolice arrested MagicAnd Magic went with themFor Magic loves the hungryBut Magic would not tarryIt moves from arm to armIt would not stay with themMagic is afootIt cannot come to harmIt rests in an empty palmIt spawns in an empty mindBut Magic is no instrumentMagic is the endMany men drove MagicBut Magic stayed behindMany strong men liedThey only passed through MagicAnd out the other sideMany weak men liedThey came to God in secretAnd though they left him nourishedThey would not tell who healedThough mountains danced before themThey said that God was deadThough his shrouds were hoistedThe naked God did liveThis I mean to whisper to my mindThis I mean to laugh with in my mindThis I mean my mind to serve 'tilService is but MagicMoving through the worldAnd mind itself is MagicCoursing through the fleshAnd flesh itself is MagicDancing on a clockAnd time itself the magic length of God