Grief and Praise - Glen Phillips

Oh you sisters encircled, you children of mine

You humble my heart and sharpen my mind

Though we’re scattered and wearied and change is upon us

We are bound 'til the end, still a family I promise

Though all that you love will be taken some day

By the angel of death or the servants of change

In a floodwater tide without rancor or rage

Sing loud while you’re able in grief and in praise

For so many years we swam into the tide

And we would not abandon, heroic and kind

Shared our sweat and our shelter, our bodies and blood

Godspeed and good fortune, I will miss you my love

For all you hold dear will be taken some day

By the angel of death or the servants of change

In a floodwater tide without rancor or rage

So sing loud while you’re able in grief and in praise

Now we meet at well of sorrow

Dug down to the heart of the earth

Where it’s joined at its source to the spring of hope

Drink deep while you can and give thanks for your thirst

For all that you love will be taken some day

By the angel of death or the servants of change

In a floodwater tide without rancor or rage

So sing loud while you’re able in grief and in praise

Sing loud while you’re able

In grief and in praise