And Still

Your father said

We'll leave the land and love behind

Have no regrets

Our life is on the other side

But words have a cost words'll bring grief

Words you have lost, words you believed

And still

Your father said

The poorest man should love his life

With no regret

There but for the grace go I

But he'll light the fire and leave you the ash

He'll have the last word and leave you the lash

And still

I hear voices speak again

I hear voices echoing

Your children said

We'll never learn this compromise

But what they meant

Here where the sun is distant in light

Here where the sadness fills up my night

Here for the bells, here for the gold

Here where the children are suddenly old

And still

I hear voices speak again

I hear voices echoing

And still