Come wander quietly and listen to the wind   Come here and listen to the sky   Come walking high above the rolling of the sea   And watch the swallows as they fly      There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings   There is no choir like their song   There is no power like the freedom of their flight   While the swallows roam alone      Do you hear the calling of a hundred thousand voice   Hear the trembling in the stone?   Do you hear the angry bells ringing in the night?   Do you hear the swallows when they've flown?      And will the breezes blow the petals from your hand?   And will some loving ease your pain?   And will the silence strike confusion from your soul?   And will the swallows come again?