Moments, moments and days   Ground under foot in so many ways   Like the pebbles and sand   That we find on the ocean shore.      Flying away,   Like the birds of the air   Cathedrals and towers,   Ring out their bells   For every breath that we sound   Out so well…   It’s on more to tell.      Hours, hours and week   The emptying of buckets into the sea   Like the tide coming in   Who knows where the last day has been.      Flying away,    Like the birds of the air   Cathedrals and towers   Ring out their bells   For every breath that we sound   Out so well…   It’s one more to tell.