Barclay James Harvest - Hymn For The Children

Their spirits soar on high They wing with birds that float on by Your love and mine Their spirits with the breeze That gently plays the summer leaves Your love and mine Life is a bird in the sky Life is the breeze blowing by Time picked the words Time picked the songs But we sang them wrong Their spirits with the rain That feeds the wheat and weeds the same Your love and mine The sun their spirits light That feels and warms both black and white Your love and mine Life is the rain from on high Life is the sun in the sky Time picked the words Time picked the songs We were the choir But we sang them wrong Their spirits bless the cruel The intellectual, the fool Your love and mine Their spirits point the way But who has noticed, who will say Your love or mine? Life is a soft lullaby Soothing a child as it cries But it cries in pain Time wrote the songs We hear the cry And still we sing wrong