
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.
