A New Morning
Piers Faccini
Sweet and wanting
The wind is moaning
Countless are the names she’s calling
Upon the tide
To cross the water
A gentle sleep
Will soon be falling
Seven days
Seven nights
Seven years
Seven lives
Mourning
Mourning
Bound and turning
The evening’s closing
Endless are the ties we’ve broken
Upon the bridge
The crowds are walking
Our last words will soon be spoken
Seven days
Seven nights
Seven years
Seven lives
Mourning
Mourning
New morning
New light
A new morning
New light