McWilliams
Is it the hammer of the rain against my window pane
The whistle of the wind among the trees
That makes fast fading shadows, I can hear again
The echo of my footsteps after me
Don't speak to me of violence part of paradise
Of silver painted ships all made of gold
For the dream of all these things I have to pay the price
Forget the many truths that I have sold.
I remember all the dreams, I used to have of life
Past falling shades of time, that cause to fade
And the tide is fast approaching, like the waters
Remind me of mistakes that I have made.
Is it the hammer of the rain against my window pane
The whistle of the wind among the trees
That makes fast fading shadows, I can hear again
The echo of my footsteps after me
The times are ringing out their tunes and tolling
For the friends that I once knew now slipping past
No longer in positions, as witnesses
Far from this game of life they have been cast
Is it the hammer of the rain against my window pane
The whistle of the wind among the trees
That makes fast fading shadows, I can hear again
The echo of my footsteps after me