Hymn For The Unsung
Quelle: Spotify
Hymns from the loudest voice, 'till the quiet ones rejoice
Your bitter silence tasted
And to all the beaten down in those forgotten towns
Let no more time be wasted
There are no words to sing this little song I bring
I come here empty-handed
There is no day too bright, no darkened night
There are no wishes granted
You can't take this music from me, music from me
Can't take it from me
Though pockets lose thier wealth and dust climbs upon the shelf
This beauty will not wither
So with hungry baby face or hands all leather-traced
Come to the bounty hither
Don't take this music from me, music from me
Don't take it from me
So go on and ring those bells, lay on your cockle shells
There is no sound displeasing
Run get your pots and pans, tame wood and steel for hands
Hold up to all your mysteries
Don't take your music from me, music from me
Don't take it from me
Don't take this music from me, music from me
You won't take it from me
All sounds from mother (???), this wild mountain steep
We see our days before us
So to each make her own noise, each rhymes with simple voice
And join an ancient Don't take this music from me, music from me
You won't take it from me
Oh, please don't take this music from me, music from me
You can't take it from me
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