 What the Bullets Sang by Brett Hart Read for LibriVox.org by Bill Moseley, Frelsburg, Texas, USA O joy of creation to be, O rapture to fly and be free, Be the battle lost or won, Though it's smoke shall hide the sun, I shall find my love, The one born for me. I shall know him where he stands, All alone, with the power in his hands not overthrown. I shall know him by his face, By his godlike front and grace. I shall hold him for a space all my own, It is he, O my love, so bold, It is I, all thy love, foretold, It is I, O love, what bliss, Thus thou answer to my kiss, O sweetheart! What the Bullets Sang by Brett Hart Read for LibriVox.org by Chelsea Baker. O joy of creation to be, O rapture to fly and be free, Be the battle lost or won, Though it's smoke shall hide the sun, I shall find my love, The one born for me. I shall know him where he stands, All alone, with the power in his hands not overthrown. I shall know him by his face, By his godlike front and grace. I shall hold him for a space all my own, It is he, O my love, so bold, It is I, all thy love, foretold, It is I, O love, what bliss, Thus thou answer to my kiss, O sweetheart! What is this? Why, it there so cold? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. What the Bullets Sang by Brett Hart Read for LibriVox.org by Algie Pug, Perth, Western Australia. O joy of creation to be, O rapture to fly and be free, Be the battle lost or won, Though it's smoke shall hide the sun, I shall find my love, The one born for me. I shall know him where he stands, All alone, with the power in his hands not overthrown. I shall know him by his face, By his godlike front and grace. I shall hold him for a space all my own, It is he, O my love, so bold, It is I, all thy love foretold, It is I, O love, what bliss, Thus thou answer to my kiss, O sweetheart! What is this? Liar there so cold! End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. What the Bullets Sang by Brett Hart Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. O joy of creation to be, O rapture to fly and be free, Be the battle lost or won, Though it's smoke shall hide the sun, I shall find my love, The one born for me. I shall know him where he stands, All alone, with the power in his hands not overthrown. I shall know him by his face, By his godlike front and grace. I shall hold him for a space all my own, It is he, O my love, so bold, It is I, all thy love foretold, It is I, O love, what bliss, Thus thou answer to my kiss. O sweetheart! What is this? Liar there so cold! End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. What the Bullets Sang by Brett Hart Read for LibriVox.org by Ernst Patinama. O joy of creation to be, O rapture to fly and be free, Be the battle lost or won, Though it's smoke shall hide the sun, I shall find my love, The one born for me. I shall know him where he stands, All alone, with the power in his hands not overthrown. I shall know him by his face, By his godlike front and grace. I shall hold him for a space all my own. It is he, O my love, so bold, It is I, all thy love foretold. It is I, O love, what bliss, Thus thou answer to my kiss. O sweetheart! What is this? Liar there so cold! End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. What the Bullets Sang by Brett Hart O joy of creation to be, O rapture to fly and be free, Be the battle lost or won, Though it's smoke shall hide the sun, I shall find my love, The one born for me. I shall know him where he stands, All alone, with the power in his hands not overthrown. I shall know him by his face, By his godlike front and grace. I shall hold him for a space all my own. It is he, O my love, so bold, It is I, all thy love foretold. It is I, O love, what bliss, Thus thou answer to my kiss. O sweetheart! What is this? Liar there so cold! End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. What the Bullets Sang by Brett Hart Read for LibreVox.org by Eswa in Belgium in April 2010. O joy of creation to be, O rapture to fly and be free, Be the battle lost or won, Though it's smoke shall hide the sun, I shall find my love, The one born for me. I shall know him where he stands, All alone, with the power in his hands not overthrown. I shall know him by his face, By his godlike front and grace. I shall hold him for a space all my own. It is he, O my love, so bold, It is I, all thy love foretold. It is I, all love, what bliss, Thus thou answer to my kiss. O sweetheart! What is this? Liar there so cold! End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. What the Bullets Sang by Brett Hart Read for LibreVox.org by Revan Notation. O joy of creation to be, O rapture to fly and be free, Be the battle lost or won, Though it's smoke shall hide the sun, I shall find my love, The one born for me. I shall know him where he stands, All alone, with the power in his hands not overthrown. I shall know him by his face, By his godlike front and grace. I shall hold him for a space all my own. It is he, O my love, so bold, It is I, all thy love foretold. It is I, O love, what bliss, Thus thou answer to my kiss. O sweetheart! What is this? Liar there so cold! End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.