ANA10171 When Creation Speaks Too Low
ANA10171 When Creation Speaks Too Low
since the trees stopped to whisper
and the wind's refused to blow
what is left to do but tremble?
let your knees fall, let it go
when the bird withholds his singing
and the rivers cease to flow
when the sun is always setting
let your head fall, let it go
let your head fall, let it go
while the leaves keep in their secrets
and creation speaks too low
all that you can do is suffer
let your pride fall, let it go
let your pride fall, let it go
why always run
when your feet can't go on?
why curse the sun?
it'll shine when it wants
since the trees stopped to whisper
and the wind's refused to blow
what is left to do but tremble?
let your knees fall, let it go
let your knees fall, let it go
