| Lyrics: | (N.Diamond, R.Robertson)
[Recorded September 27, 1976, New York]
Dry your eyes, and
take your song out, it's a newborn afternoon.
If you can't recall the singer, you can still
recall the tune.
Dry your eyes and play it slowly, like you're marching off to war,
Sing it
like you know he'd want it, like we sang it once before.
From the center of the circle to the
midst of the waving crowd.
If it ever be forgotten, sing it long and sing it loud.
Come, dry
your eyes.
And he taught us more about giving than we ever cared to know.
But we came to
find the secret and we never let it go.
And it was more than being holy, though it was less than
being free,
And if you can't recall the reason, can you hear the people sing,
Through the
lightning and the thunder, to the dark side of the moon,
To that distant calling angel who
descended much too soon.
And come, dry your eyes.
[musical interlude]
Come,
dry your eyes. |
