LISTENING TO OLD VOICES by john hiatt
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THEY HAVE COME TO HAUNT THE CHILDREN, THEY HAVE COME TO WALK THE WIND
I CAN HEAR THEM AS THEY RUSTLE THROUGH THE TREES
LOOKING FOR THE LOVE THAT KILLED THEM ,SO THAT THEY MIGHT LIVE AGAIN
IT'S A SIMPLE PRAYER THAT BRINGS ME TO MY KNEES
WITH DRUMS & BELLS & RATTLES,THEY HAVE CAUGHT US IN OUR TIME
TO WATCH THE EAGLE RISE UP FROM THE FIRE
NOW IS IT TRUE WE ARE POSSESSED BY ALL THE ONES WE LEAVE BEHIND
OR IS IT BY THEIR LIVES WE ARE INSPIRED
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IT'S A NEW LIGHT,A NEW DAY, LISTENING FOR THE MEANING, LEARNING HOW TO SAY
IT'S A NEW PLACE BUT YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN HERE,
YOU'RE JUST LISTENING TO OLD VOICES WITH A NEW EAR
IT'S THE LIVIN' AND THE DYIN' WELL IT SCARES THE YOUNG ONES SO
THEY CAN HARDLY CATCH THIER BREATH BEFORE TOO LONG
THEY SEE THE TEARS WE'RE CRYING AND THEY WATCH THAT RIVER FLOW
AND THEY FOLLOW ON THE BANKS UNTIL IT'S GONE
I SURRENDER TO THE MOUNTAINS, I SURRENDER TO THE SEA
I SURRENDER TO THE ONE WHO CALLS MY NAME
I SURRENDER TO MY LOVER AND TO MY ENEMY
I SURRENDER TO THE FACE THAT HOLDS NO SHAME
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THERE'S A SPIDER AT MY WINDOW & SHE SPINS A WEB OF TRUTH
MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN ALL THESE MEMORIES
AND SHE SURELY IS GOD'S ARTIST AS SHE'S CAUGHT THE MORNING DEW
IT'S A SIMPLE PRAYER THAT BRINGS ME TO MY KNEES
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