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When Creation Speaks Too Low

prattle on, rick.

Lyrics

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

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