Have you ever stood at a real old water well
And dropped a rock and listened while it fell?
You're listening, listening while it fell.
Have you ever watched a fire burn all night
And the ashes cool just as the sky gets light?
You're watching, the darkness growing light.
Well, the real old water well
Oh, that's your soul
So silent and so deep inside its hole
Its' answer, is so very far away.
And the magic of the light
Well, that's our way
We'll mourn the nights
We'll glorify the days
So thank you, glory to our day
Ummm, thank you, glory to the day. |