I hold in my hand, an echo of voice
Brought on the wings of a bird
Like a ruby filled vase, and a basket with lace
The most beautiful sound you have heard

My body, it aches of a far memory
Of someone I might have known
And there’s a hole in the wall
Too small to see through
But I'm sure it’s a picture of home

Sometimes I'm standing on a mountaintop
I'm nowhere but I'm not lost
But sometimes I'm just hanging
With a heart that’s just breaking

My arms outstretched on a cross
But something keeps pulling, a lost letter of love
In a cabin where a fire used to be
There’s a woman who’s calling
With a voice of fair warning
Her crooked hand points only at me

Ashes to ashes, mothers turn to ashes
Daughter soon follows in death
But before leaving earth, a daughter gives birth
A gift to me and she says

You hold in your hand an echo of voice
Brought on the wings of a bird
And like a bird who only sings
For what every morning brings
The most beautiful sound I have heard