Sing Unto Me - Single Edit

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Caught in a riddle, woven in a song Ring out the bells, sing high, sing long Call up the river, take my hand Sing of the things we can't understand Sing, sing, sing, sing unto me A whisper of the morning taps just the trees A nightingale of cloth gone telling the bees I'm like a moth on the wing, to flight you lend Bring me a turnaround, turn me to the end Sing, sing, sing, sing unto me I stood by the mountain all of an evening What a lovely epitaph, oh As the sun rose over me A tapestry of colour and sound Rise above us and cover the cold, hard ground Oh mother, mender, stitch and sew Nurture, prosper, thrive and grow Yours is the labour that planted the seeds Yours is the fruit that came from the tree Sing unto me The cloth is magic, the thread is gold Sing with me till we grow old Basket of cotton, bundle of yarn Sing yourself into my arms Sing, sing, sing, sing unto me I stood by the mountain all of an evening What a lovely epitaph, oh As her wings encircled me A symphony of colour and sound Rise above us and cover the cold, hard ground Sing, sing, sing, sing unto me Sewn and hewn, carved and wrought The things to be given, not sold nor bought The things to which we turn our hand Leave an imprint on the rippling sundown I stood by the mountain all of an evening What a lovely epitaph, oh As the sun set over me A symphony of colour and sound Rise above us and cover the cold, hard ground Sing, sing, sing, sing unto me