The moon is low, the night is young
I hear your name on every tongue
The smoke has cleared from where it hung
cnd far away a tune is rising
I hear the branches creak from cold
The language new, but the song is old
The night has learned what the morning told
cnd far more than it could dream of
Is there heaven? is there hell?
Is there a truth to the lies we tell?
We know there is, and all too well
Like the sparrows know the morning
cnd is our story in our blood
c ballad writ before the flood
csh to ash, mud to mud
The song always remembers
Love and bread are all we need
Still I'm out here with my steed
Cutting sod and sowing seed
For some other hand to harvest
Every saint and every liar
Will lead a verse at the final fire
It starts out low but the tune sails higher
cnd off like smoke into the morning
Is there heaven? Is there hell?
Is there a truth to the lies we tell?
We know there is, and all too well
Like the magpies know the morning
cnd is our story in our blood
c promise made before the flood
csh to ash, mud to mud
The song always remembers