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They have come to haunt the children
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They have come to walk the wind
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I can hear them as they rustle through the trees
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Looking for the love that killed them
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So that they might live again
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It's a simple prayer that brings me to my knees
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With drums and bells and rattles
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They have caught us in our time
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To watch the eagle rise up from the fire
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Now is it true we are possessed
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By all the ones we leave behind
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Or is it by their lives we are inspired
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CHORUS:
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It's a new light, new day
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Listening for new meaning learning how to say
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It's a new place but you've always been here
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You're just listening to old voices with a new ear
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It's the livin' and the dyin'
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Well it scares the young ones so
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They can hardly catch their breath before too long
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They see the tears we're crying
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And they watch the river flow
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And they follow on the banks until it's gone
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I surrender to the mountains
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I surrender to the sea
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I surrender to the one who calls my name
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I surrender to my lover and to my enemy
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I surrender to the face that holds no shame
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REPEAT CHORUS
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There's a spider at my window
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And she spins a web of truth
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More beautiful than all those memories
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And she surely is God's artist
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As she's caught the morning dew
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It's a simple prayer that brings me to my knees
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REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
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Listening To Old Voices
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John Hiatt |