The Swallow Song

Come wander quietly and listen to the wind

Come here and listen to the sky

Come walking high above the rolling of the sea

And watch the swallows as they fly

There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings

There is no choir like their song

There is no power like the freedom of their flight

While the swallows roam alone

Do you hear the calling of a hundred thousand voice

Hear the trumbling in the stone

Do you hear the angry bells ringing in the night

Do you hear the swallows when they've flown?

And will the breezes blow the petals from your hand

And will some loving ease your pain

And will the silence strike confusion from your soul

And will the swallows come again?