A Swallow Song
Come wander quietly and listen to the wind
Come near 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 boys
Hear the trembling 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
Will this silence drive confusion
from your soul
And will the swallows come again