Come wander quietly and listen to the wind
Come near and listen to the sky
Come walking high above the rolling of the hills
And watch the swallows as they fly
There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings
There is no choir like their song
There is no power like the freedom of their flight
While the swallows roam alone
Do you hear the calling of a hundred thousand voice?
And do you hear the echo in a stone?
Do you hear the angry bells ringing in the night?
Do you hear the swallows when they've flown?
And will the breezes blow the petals from your hand
And will some loving ease your pain
And will the silence strike confusion from your soul
And will the swallows come again, again?
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