Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
I have come to know the beat of an almost silent sound
Like a clock that's winding low as it's hands go 'round and 'round
And I have come to know the music in the rush of whispering wings
It's the song of quiet passing, and the Sound of everything
So build me up a fire, and take me by the hand
And I will dance like no tomorrow, to a light and lively band
And go stepping to the stars, and go spinning in the air
As if I never felt a shadow, or I never had a care
So build me up a fire…
For every closing of a day, there is a rising of the sun
For every race that comes to end, there is another to be run
For every bird that goes to land, there is another taking flight
And for every dark and stormy place, there is another filled with light
So when all the music's done, and time is at an end
Then I will turn unto the morning and take the trail around the bend
And walk the winding way, and ride the rising road
And if I come to need an angel, one will be there for me, I know
So when all the music's done…