Night Of Distant Echoes

by Alan Kim Cochran

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Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh...
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh...
Of late, I sit my lonely crag, and watch the world turn
And oft' of late, and of afar, I listen to it burn
The willow wind, on o'er my lee, has scarce will to diminish
Or still the echoes in the night, come running to their finish

And lone, against a crystal sky
I'll wait, until my end
Shall rip me forward, future-bound
Soon there, to see my friends

And though this world may rage and seethe, in conflict and in war
I sit and listen, knowing I've more right than 'er before
To fear them all, so far from view, faint echoes in my ear
And beg the One, the Holy One, to bring their end, so near

And lone, against a crystal sky
I'll wait, until my end
Shall rip me forward, future-bound
Soon there, to see my friends

'Was a time, so long ago, I railed, to stand against them
And raised the hew and beckoned cry, against their faces, ashen
All would seek to shackle me, so fugitive and wild
To seek amidst the wrack of love, and so beget its child

And lone, against a crystal sky
I'll wait, until my end
Shall rip me forward, future-bound
Soon there, to see my friends

Of late, I sit my lonely crag, and watch the world turn
And oft of late, and of afar, I listen to it burn
The willow wind, on o'er my lee, has scarce will to diminish
Or still the echoes in the night, 'come running to their finish

And lone, against a crystal sky
I'll wait, until my end
Shall rip me forward, future-bound
Soon there, to see my friends