Measure My Heart (2:21) – moderate tempo with a Celtic flavor, lilting vocals, fiddle, mandolin, and guitars. Combines the Japanese tradition of filling pottery cracks with gold and the Ancient Egyptian belief that one’s heart must be lighter than a feather before attaining the afterlife.
Lyrics
Measure My Heart
Words & Music by Joy Zimmerman
When I come to the end of my days
Measure my heart, measure ways it’s been battered and torn
Many cracks filled with gold
May my heart be light and free
When I come to the end of my days
Measure my love, measure ways it’s been scattered and won
Stretched beyond what was known
May my love be wild and free
Abundance, may it rain down
Justice, known all around
The hopeful, our voices resound
A new world yet to see
When we come to the end of our days
Measure our lives, measure ways we’ve been shattered and bold
As our challenge unfolds
May our lives be fierce and free
May our hearts be light and free
Our love with roots as a tree
Joyful sound fill the air and the sea
Our lives fiercely free
When I come to the end of my days
Measure my heart, measure ways it’s been battered and torn
Many cracks filled with gold
May my heart be light and free