Sing Unto Me Lyrics - Moulettes

Caught in the riddle, woven in the song 

Ring out the bell sing high sing long 

Call up the river, take my hand 

Sing of the things we can't understand 

Sing, sing unto me 

A whisper of morning touches the trees 

A night of black cloth gone telling the bees 

I'm like a moth on the wing to the light you lend 

Bring me a turnaround turn me to the end 

Sing, sing unto me 

I stood by the mountain all of an evening 

what a lovely epitaph! 

As the sun rose over me, a tapestry of colour and sound 

Rise above us and colour the cold hard ground 

Oh mother mender stitch and sew, 

nurture prosper thrive and grow 

Yours is the labour that planted the seeds 

yours is the fruit that came from the trees 

Sing unto me! 

The cloth is magic, the thread is gold 

sing with me till we grow old 

A basket of buttons a bundle of yarn 

Sing yourself into my arms! 

Sing, sing unto me 

I stood by the mountain all of an evening 

what a lovely epitaph, oh! 

As her wings encircled me, 

a symphony of colour and sound 

Rise above us and cover the cold hard ground 

Sewn and hewn, carved and wrought 

The things to be given not sold nor bought 

The things to which we turn our hands 

Leave an imprint on the rippling sand 

Sewn and hewn, carved and wrought 

The things to be given not sold nor bought 

The things to which we turn our hands 

Leave an imprint on the rippling sands 

I stood by the mountain all of an evening 

what a lovely epitaph oh! 

As the sun set over me, a symphony of colour and sound 

Rise above us and cover the cold hard ground.