Something sings - Libera, Robert Prizeman, Fiona Pears

Let me go where I will

I hear a sky born music still

It’s sound from all things old

It’s sound from all things young

From all that’s fair

From all that’s dark

Peals out an Everlasting song

Not only in the rose

It is not only in the bird

Not only rainbow glows

Nor in it’s music heard

But in the dark and cold of things

There always, always something sings

From all that’s fair

From all that’s dark

Peals out an Everlasting song

Tis not in stars I look

Nor in the bloom of spring born flowers

Nor in the robins song

Nor in the glint of showers

But in the dark and cold of things

There always, always something sings

But in the dark and cold of things

There always, always something sings

There always something sings