Well, something comes out Of nothing at all And I will drink from my cup As the voices they call to me In time. And they tickle me on The back of my neck And they are calling me Back from the dead Of my sleepwalking In the afternoon light.
And I bow, To the truth that they're telling me Bow, To the love coming over me.
Oh, Graces, I can hear your cries And they are, they're calling me Out into the night And up in to the trees that I climb. To sing my songs to you In the moonlight.
Now, lately its become so obscure And I can't hear, no The whispers you're making anymore Oh I am, I am lost.
And I bow, Before this humbleness, Bow, to the answers in silence.
Oh, Graces, I can hear your cries And they are, they're calling me Out into the night And up in to the trees that I climb. To sing my songs to you In the moonlight.
And I know, I know, I know, I know You are always here. When I'm weak from all of my fears Yes I know, I know, I know, I know All I have to do, is close my eyes And you are right there inside. Yes, I know that you'll take me to places That I have never been And I know, there's more to this than traveling.
Compositor: Dawn K Mitschele (Dawn Mitschele) ECAD: Obra #15420234