SEAN MCMORRIS

Lyrics

Longing to hear the sweet sound of cathedral bells
Longing for the touch of a mother’s hand

Longing to walk in the shoes of a child I once knew
In the steps of a man I would look up to

Longing to see through the eyes of a bird that once flew
That could rise high above the trenches of our lives
Longing to wake in the arms of a world that would have me
As I am, as you are, as we have yet to be

Learning to ride the waves like a ship lost at sea
Far way from land and the lights of the city

Learning to run through the fields of a prairie in bloom
Guided only by the ghost of a moon

Longing to see through the eyes of a bird that once flew
That could rise high above the trenches of our lives
Longing to wake in the arms of a world that would have me
As I am, as you are, as we have yet to be

That man would be you

He would be me

©2019 C.S. McMorris