In the quiet of the morning
When the sun begins to creep
Shadows dance upon the curtains secrets that the old
House keeps
Another day is dawning, another chance
To find my way
Through the fields of memory where
Forgotten feelings stay
Oh, the echoes and singing
In the hollow
Where the wind begins to sigh
Whispering of tomorrow underneath
And singing
A lonely sky, a country hymn, a gentle sorrow
A tear that
I can't deny
Haunting me, it follows as the days go passing by
Mama sang it by the fire
A melody of grace, stories whispered
In the choir etched upon her
Weary face
A simple prayer, a deep desire for comfort in this sacred space reaching
Ever higher, leaving not a single trace
When the sun begins to creep
Shadows dance upon the curtains secrets that the old
House keeps
Another day is dawning, another chance
To find my way
Through the fields of memory where
Forgotten feelings stay
Oh, the echoes and singing
In the hollow
Where the wind begins to sigh
Whispering of tomorrow underneath
And singing
A lonely sky, a country hymn, a gentle sorrow
A tear that
I can't deny
Haunting me, it follows as the days go passing by
Mama sang it by the fire
A melody of grace, stories whispered
In the choir etched upon her
Weary face
A simple prayer, a deep desire for comfort in this sacred space reaching
Ever higher, leaving not a single trace