“I used to believe in the Pentecost. Now I do not , but I don't think my soul is lost. When I die, a handful of dust over my grave will be enough.”
I used to believe in the Pentecost. Now I do not , but I don't think my soul is lost. When I die, a handful of dust over my grave will be enough.
Not the happiest of songs, but one of my favourite voices. 1
Ode to the great poet, Frank Stanford.