Same old story came and went Gone like the words it wasted, and told as the time it spent Like the ones pa**ing by all forgotten for why or what they meant Just a blank page that still remains, and a lasting hymn Gone, she's gone, her wind has blown Further away from the winters that made her feel so alone And all she remembers of distant Decembers chilled to the bone Can just fade like the old false loves For she hears a tune calling like a holy morning song Say my peace, say my glory, say my love say my song Say my peace, say my glory, say my love said my so o nnng Where oh where did your songbird fly Effortlessly on the seven great seas and the wailing sky Is she sleeping or alone and weeping and wondering why Through the silence a song can be born and survive But somehwere she hears that sweet reprise
Calling like a long lost love with sleep upon his weary eyes And complete disregard for the longwinded hardships and gone goodbyes For the love that remains is clear as that lasting hymn Singin like a holy morning song Say my peace, say my glory, say my love say my song Say my peace, say my glory, say my love said my so o nnng Just like the morning bells tolling And the dreams that were restlesssly stolen And the light still shining On the souls that were broken before And a voice is calling Calling them home, calling them home After all the tides have tamed Silences broken and the stories half spoken but yet unnamed I'll be painfully sure of the ones that endure and are unashamed As the breath of a lasting hymn so soft and true and mercifully Calling back again