Trumpet

©1986 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Walk Me to the War

There's a garden of woe
You've left untended
Where the weeds overflow
And the flowers are bended low
And there's a trumpet of pain
Go blow the louder
Call down the rain
Let it shower down all around here

For the gold shines bright,
Though the chest is dusty and the key is right
Though the locks are rusted tight
On the field of dread
Our mothers are moaning
Tales of the dead
And our fathers groaning said

"We need the light,
the tiny gleaming
of your song in the night
Like the starlight, streaming bright
It's a song of hope
And with hope, the power
To test the slope again
And to raise the flower up"

There's a garden of woe
You've left untended
Where the weeds overflow
And the flowers are bended low
And there's a trumpet of pain
Go blow the louder
Call down the rain
Let it shower down all around here