"If I'm To Be Led" by Galen Green (1989)

IF I’M TO BE LED


If I’m to be led by my heart’s little handle,
If I’m to be enslaved to Love’s fondle, then
Let it be you who leads my soul rushing
Headlong, heartlong into Love’s hair.
Let it be you who seduces my fear
With those lips of which I shall never tire
And those arms which enfold me like a bundle
Of boyish desire and neurotic gnashing.
Let it be you who caresses my wishing.

If I’m to be led by my heart’s primal wire
Into Love’s circus like some dancing bear, then
Let it be you who gives me the needle
That stupors my soul and leads it dashing
Breathless and brainless as a river rushing.
If I’m to be bewitched by blushing nuzzles
To drown in ecstasy’s tear,
Let it be you whose wise fingers fiddle me
Forward to open and drown in Love’s middle.

If I’m to be led by my heart through this slashing
Night by a pinhole of light that’s flashing
At the end of Love’s vision, then let me dare
To let it be you whose movements addle my
Breathless brains and teach me to straddle
Love’s galloping mare or at least to peddle
This tandem tantrum in all its fishing forward.
Let it be you who draws near from
Out of this darkness to fondle my fire.


Words and Music by Galen Green c 1989