Songs Between Silence

A young boy asked the master composer one day

How he captured the songs that take breath away

The old man smiled as he looked at the snow

And said listen close to the world down below (hmm)

When footsteps fade and the iron wheels cease

There are prayers in the cold,

there is quiet and peace

Even the freeze of a midwinter night

Is a resting pause waiting softly for light

For all of creation

has sung from its birth

A hymn through the branches and deep in the earth

We drown it in sirens,

in engines and haste

While holy small voices are scattered to waste (ooh-ooh)

So I turn down the chaos

and lay down my pen

To welcome that still,

ancient whisper again

I spend all my winters

just writing it down

Yet never come near

to that wonderful sound

For all of creation

has sung from its birth

A hymn through the branches and deep in the earth

Just quiet the noise and

be still where you stand

And hear heaven's music fill over the land

(hear it now)

Be still and hear it (mm-mm)