It's not a wall That's holding me here It's not a prison And it hasn't been no crime I will say it is the pain In the faces of them all It's not the grave Standing over me It's not the study Of the years and the years gone by Not the efforts of a flight Bent hard against the ground Sacred harmony Blessed mystery Won't you sing it Sing it in church for me In the distance A woman and a violin A child a home On a raging river bend Oh what questions What mighty trials you can devise To turn my eyes In the gray And the haunted winter ground Lives a singer Who has never made a sound But a heart was just heard Beating loud beneath the snow And it wants to know Sacred harmony Blessed mystery Won't you sing it Sing it in church for me