Libera Something Sings
Something Sings
Let me go where I will,
I hear a sky born music still
It sounds from all things old,
It sounds 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
‘ Tis not in stars alone,
Nor in the bloom of spring born flowers
Nor in the robin’s song,
Nor in the glint of showers
But in the dark and cold of things,
There always, always something sings
