Text: Karine Polwart. Scribbled In Chalk. Holy Moses.

Holy Moses
Asleep in his basket
Encountered a question
But he couldn?t ask it
Nor could he answer
In baby sighs and baby cries
At least he heard no doubt
At least he heard no lies
Holy Moses

Holy Moses
Afloat on the river
Swaddled in big ideals
Surrounded by water
Too big for his tiny hands
And tiny heart
But in his eyes the size
Of all he would later part

CHORUS
Somebody told him
?Here?s a thing you cannot do?
He did it anyway
Just to prove it was not true

Holy Moses, Holy Moses

Holy Moses
Is it any wonder
That somebody raised upon
Secrets and undertows
Would know all the ways
To reveal what is hidden
And would be the one who conveys
All that?s forbidden?

CHORUS X 2

Holy Moses, Holy Moses