Lyrics
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