this bitter earth, well, what fruit it bears
what good is love, that no one shares
and if my life is like the dust, that hides the glow of a rose
what good am I, heaven only knows
Lord, this bitter earth
yes, you can be so cold
today you're young, too soon, you are old
but while a voice within me cries
i'm sure someone will answer my call
and this bitter earth, may not be so bitter after all.
dinah washtington/ max richter
'this bitter earth/ on the nature of daylight'
