Dry Your Eyes
Dry your eyes, take your song out,
it's a newborn afternoon.
And if you can't recall the singer,
you can still recall the tune.
Dry your eyes and play it slowly,
like you're marching off to war.
Sing it like you know he'd want it,
like we sang it once before.
And from the center of the circle
to the midst of the waiting crowd
If it ever be forgotten, sing it long
and sing it loud!
And come dry your eyes!
And he taught us more about giving
than we ever cared to know.
But we came to find the secret and
we never let it go.
And it was more than being holy,
oh it was less than being free.
And if you can't recall the reason,
can you hear the people sing?
Right through the lightning and
thunder, to the dark side of the moon.
To that distant falling angel that
descended much too soon.
And come dry your eyes,
Come dry your eyes!
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