God is Alive. Magic is Afoot.

God is afoot, magic is alive/Alive is afoot, magic never died
God never sickened
Many poor men lied/Many sick men lied
Magic never weakened
Magic never hid
Magic always ruled
God is afoot, God never died/God was ruler
Though his funeral lengthened/Though his mourners thickened
Magic never fled
Though his shrouds were hoisted/The naked God did live
Though his words were twisted/The naked magic thrived
Though his death was published/Round and round the world
The heart did not believe
Many hurt men wondered/Many struck men bled
Magic never faltered/Magic always lead
Many stones were rolled/But God would not lie down
Many wild men lied/Many fat men listened
Though they offered stones/Magic still was fed
Though they locked their coffers/God was always served
Magic is afoot, God is alive
Alive is afoot/Alive is in command
Many weak men hungered/Many strong men thrived
Though they boast of solitude/God was at their side
Nor the dreamer in his cell/Nor the captain on the hill
Magic is alive
Though his death was pardoned/Round and round the world
The heart would not believe
Though laws were carved in marble/They could not shelter men
Though altars built in parliaments/They could not order men
Police arrested magic and magic went with them/for magic loves the hungry
But magic would not tarry/It moves from arm to arm
It would not stay with them
Magic is afoot
It cannot come to harm/It rests in an empty palm
It spawns in an empty mind/But magic is no instrument
Magic is the end
Many men drove magic/But magic stayed behind
Many strong men lied
They only passed through magic/And out the other side
Many weak men lied
They came to God in secret/And though they left Him nourished
They would not tell who healed
Though mountains danced before them/They said that God was dead
Though his shrouds were hoisted/The naked God did live
This I mean to whisper to my mind/This I mean to laugh within my mind
This I mean my mind to serve
Til' service is but magic/Moving through the world
And mind itself is magic/Coursing through the flesh
And flesh itself is magic/Dancing on a clock
And time itself/The magic length of God
Leonard Cohen