Spirit cast a net
There's a burden around my neck
It's clear it weighs me down
With the sorrow of regret
I have lost religion
Lost the language to rejoice
There's a tune here older still
Than our traditions heard before
And planted near the shore
None go near it till suffering born
When I hear it calms me down
Blessed lyric gentle sound
Nothings truly gone
When we listen for the song
Older than wisdom
Younger than children
Honest conviction
Felt at our birth
Farther than star light
Brighter in your eyes
Nearer and nearer
Clearer as time goes on
Nothing is truly gone
When we listen for the song