As we gather round the table
To say a prayer for those we love
All the words that will spoken
they will never be enoughto encompass all the feelings
that our brittle hearts can bear
all the storms that rage inside us
fill our organs up with airand the sound it makes
is an honest song
our hearts sing an honest songAll the time spent catching raindrops
all the time we spent in bed
all the hours we have wasted
we will never see againso be good with what you're given
for its all you have to give
we are only passing shadows
in a mighty windand the sound it makes
is an honest song
our hearts sing an honest songso though I tremble in the darkness
in the cold and frozen snow
I am grateful for winter
for the winter comes to showthat our trouble's never over
and work our work is never done
but with the turning of the season
we will always see the sunand the sound it makes
is an honest song
our hearts sing an honest song