Esperanto (Live)
There's a secret that never dies
Like a dance of hidden meanings that we never apprehend
There are questions just as old as time
And the answers that come never quite make amends
Even so, when you look at time
You can get a subtle feeling of the way it ought to be
Take a good look at your own real life
And you'll see if you want what you've gotten to be
It's a hope, a sign, a measure of quiet rapture
Of love and what might come after
It's letting go, and letting no answer be an answer
How did smoke learn how to fly?
Where do birds go off to die?
Why does coal sleep in darkness?
Do dreams live in apart-ness?
Is a number forever?
Where's the soul of the water?
How old is old November?
No one here can remember
If I die, where does time go?
Do the bees feel vertigo?
To get love, is there potion?
Or is love only motion?
Holy lift, holy reading
Holy gift, holy meaning
Holy sound, holy waiting
Holy spark animating
Holy food, holy breathing
Holy light interweaving
Holy night, holy handwrite
Holy flight, holy insight
Holy sun, holy brother
Holy moon, holy mother
Holy dream, holy vision
Holy scheme, holy mission
Holy one to another
Holy me, holy other
Holy lives, holy blending
Holy start, holy ending
And now may present to you
The musical godfather of vocalees
The perfector of the art
The one and the only
Mr. John Hendricks
Like a dance of hidden meanings that we never apprehend
There are questions just as old as time
And the answers that come never quite make amends
Even so, when you look at time
You can get a subtle feeling of the way it ought to be
Take a good look at your own real life
And you'll see if you want what you've gotten to be
It's a hope, a sign, a measure of quiet rapture
Of love and what might come after
It's letting go, and letting no answer be an answer
How did smoke learn how to fly?
Where do birds go off to die?
Why does coal sleep in darkness?
Do dreams live in apart-ness?
Is a number forever?
Where's the soul of the water?
How old is old November?
No one here can remember
If I die, where does time go?
Do the bees feel vertigo?
To get love, is there potion?
Or is love only motion?
Holy lift, holy reading
Holy gift, holy meaning
Holy sound, holy waiting
Holy spark animating
Holy food, holy breathing
Holy light interweaving
Holy night, holy handwrite
Holy flight, holy insight
Holy sun, holy brother
Holy moon, holy mother
Holy dream, holy vision
Holy scheme, holy mission
Holy one to another
Holy me, holy other
Holy lives, holy blending
Holy start, holy ending
And now may present to you
The musical godfather of vocalees
The perfector of the art
The one and the only
Mr. John Hendricks
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Mendoza
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