Who Will Sing Our Song?
Who will hear our song when things go wrong?
Who will write our history when were gone?
Who will paint the pictures on the walls?
Who will feel the warm rain as it falls?
I sometimes dream of stranger things
A frozen land where no bird sings
I walk without touching
No contact sight unseen
Removed from this in every way
Who read our stories carved stone?
Who will share the wonders we have known?
I sometimes dream of stranger things
A frozen land where no bird sings
I walk without touching
No contact sight unseen
Removed from this in every way
Who will hear our song when things go wrong?
Who will write our history when were gone?
Writer/s: Terence McCullagh
