Christian
Oh the joy, the dark clouds have gone, The blackbirds sing their morning songs, Upon the lake, the glorious swans where the quiet descends upon us. We silence our minds from the world's hurried lots Of dangers and worries and cobwebs of thoughts We centre our minds on higher resorts Where the quiet descends upon us. Love upon Love, we look for the signs. A holy warm peace on the mountain resides Facing our brothers with words so kind Is when the Quiet descends upon us.