Co me wander quietly and lis ten to the w ind
Co me here and li sten to the sky
Co me walking h igh above the rolling of the sea
And watch the swallows as they fly
The re is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings
The re is no choir like their song
There is no power like the free dom of their flight
W hile the swallows roam alo ne
Do you hear the calling of a hundred thousa nd voice
Hear the trumbling in the ston e
Do you h ear the angr y bells ringi ng in the night
D o you hear the swallows when they've f lown?
And w ill the breezes blow the petals from your hand
And wi ll some loving ease your p ain
And w ill the sile nce strike co nfusion from your soul
And wi ll the swallows come again ?