Piers Faccini That Cry
That cry was a bellowing cry
Up came the sails and down went the sigh
That cry was a deafening cry
A note unbroken by the lay or lie
Out to the east and out to the west
Cried out more until they cried out less
That cry was a bellowing cry
That sound was an ocean of sound
A liquid salt over water and ground
That sound was a tide of sound
The washed up mud on a burial mound
Out to the north and out to the south
Words are like pearls from a gilded mouth
That sound was an ocean of sound
So raise up your voice and shout
Shout til the crying is out
Raise up your voice and shout
Shout til the devil is out
People cry and people sing
These are the words we tell
These are the words we bring
That shout was the flame of a shout
The burnt up ashes in the dust of a drought
That shout was a fireball shout
The blackened trace from the battle and rout
Out to the east and out to the west
Cried out more until they cried out less
That shout was the flame of a shout
That wail was a piercing wail
The cold dry snap of descending hail
That wail was the peak of a wail
The very last step on an endless trail
Out to the north and out to the south
Words are like pearls from a gilded mouth
That wail was a piercing wail
So raise up your voice and shout
Shout til the crying is out
Raise up your voice and shout
Shout til the devil is out
People cry and people sing
These are the words we tell
These are the words we bring
