by Russell Walden

Lyrics

Silence is the language of the senses come undone,
the strands have torn and broken from the tales that you have spun,
the world has shuttered down to just a picture of your face,
wandering through this night we look for light and grace.

Gather Up The Lilies, angels of the field,
gather up the sorrows that hearts may be healed,
Gather the children close to your breast,
long for the taken, live for the rest
and remember that beauty can be carried away,
so gather up the lilies while you may.

Gather Up The Lilies, lords and ladies of the field,
gather up the joy of what love has revealed.
Gather the memories into your care,
sung like a wild wind or sung like a prayer
and remember that beauty can be lost in a day,
so gather up the lilies while you may.

©1998 Thirsty Fish Music ASCAP