Nine lyrics

Night a nine of diamonds
A woman lay and cry
At the Sister of Mercy
On the Sabbath day

Night a nine of diamonds
As revelers commence
To shiver as she bore
In a babe, a radiance

Brave in constant motion
Wherein perfection brews
Darkness as his brother
Mischief as his moon

Summoning beneath
With his gypsy moves
Yearning as the foal
So shy and beautiful

Every card he drew
Had a different face
Lingering and lost
Unholy holy ghosts

I tend to play them all
He spoke with confidence
Another kind of strange
To shift in loneliness
He sought not for himself
The empire he would find
Save the golden womb
He enters in his mind

We will die a little
The rogues a-whistling
Nine blue-eyed sailors
Tip their caps to him

As he passes through them
More vagabond than king
With diamonds on his sleeves
Like a harlequin