Sing Out!
Sing out without knowing what or how
over peaks and woodland dells in buoyant swells.
Each voice, a sacred myth we’re living with
until every voice has its own bell to ring
shimmering through everything,
shimmering through!
Sing Out!
Sing out without knowing what or how
over peaks and woodland dells in buoyant swells.
Each voice, a sacred myth we’re living with
until every voice has its own bell to ring
shimmering through everything,
shimmering through!
Welcome, comrade! Sit a spell, hear a song. Our voices rise as we tumble on towards dawn.