Lyrics The Shaker's Cask - Musée Mécanique

The Shaker's Cask

In my time of dying
May peace take your hands,
And the steel that they harbored,
Take earth by my side.
With some help from a son
And the rose at your chest
Every measure of man that you’ve made
Will soon be replaced.
Lay me down on the open ice
Where the Eskimeaux played.
Lay me down eighty feet in the sand
Where the young pharoah’s old gold was stolen.
Lay me down,
Lay me down,
Lay me down as you please.
But take your peace as my eyesight has ceased
And holy grails in old pails I can’t seek.
Now this poem and this flask
Where the good word was cast,
And the catacombs that established our homes,
And the dirt on the old Shaker’s cask:
They too will pass
And our pride will pass
And the coasts that divided your lies will pass.
And the rivers pass with our brothers' grasps
Like the moons that have orbited us have collapsed,
And the ghosts at the sands of the damned hourglass,
And the many shores left, still,
To follow their path.