Trumpets - Branches

Trumpets sing and

My ears are ringing

And I’ve been meaning

To say one thing

If you’re only

Here to be lonely

Then my brother

Why do you sing?

Fall before us

Why join the chorus

When your voice is

Fading away?

But this train don’t

And no, this train won’t

Ask you to do a

Single thing

And that train is coming

Brother, climb on in

And that train is coming

Oh sister, come with

Your words are tired

You’re time’s expired

That steeple’s higher

Than you could climb

So cut the ropes and

Hear what I’ve spoken

And all you’ve carried

Just weighs you down

And that train is coming

Brother, climb on in

And that train is coming

Oh sister, come with

At the end when

Your body bends and

Your shoulders rest on

That dirty soil

You’ll be awakened

As you are shaken

From the sleep that

Stole your days

And the blindness

Falls from your eyes when

You see the train

That’s coming last

He’s on the ground, your

Heart starts to pound and

You’ll hear the voice that

Knows where you’ve been

And that train is coming

Brother, climb on in

And that train is coming

Oh sister, come with