Your father said   We’ll leave the land and love behind   Have no regrets   Our life is on the other side   But words have a cost words’ll bring grief   Words you have lost, words you believed   And still…      Your father said   The poorest man should love his life   With no regret   There but for the grace go I   But he’ll light the fire and leave you the ash   He’ll have the last word and leave you the lash   And still…      I hear voices speak again   I hear voices echoing      Your children said   We’ll never learn this compromise   But what they meant   They want you here to share their life   Here where the sun is distant in light   Here where the sadness fills up my night   Here for the bells, here for the gold   Here where the children are suddenly old   And still…      I hear voices speak again   I hear voices echoing      And still…