That Cry - Piers Faccini

That cry was a bellowing cry

Up came the sails and down went the sigh

That cry was a deafening cry

A note unbroken by the lay or lie

Out to the east and out to the west

Cried out more until they cried out less

That cry was a bellowing cry

That sound was an ocean of sound

A liquid salt over water and ground

That sound was a tide of sound

The washed up mud on a burial mound

Out to the north and out to the south

Words are like pearls from a gilded mouth

That sound was an ocean of sound

So raise up your voice and shout

Shout til the crying is out

Raise up your voice and shout

Shout til the devil is out

People cry and people sing

These are the words we tell

These are the words we bring

That shout was the flame of a shout

The burnt up ashes in the dust of a drought

That shout was a fireball shout

The blackened trace from the battle and rout

Out to the east and out to the west

Cried out more until they cried out less

That shout was the flame of a shout

That wail was a piercing wail

The cold dry snap of descending hail

That wail was the peak of a wail

The very last step on an endless trail

Out to the north and out to the south

Words are like pearls from a gilded mouth

That wail was a piercing wail

So raise up your voice and shout

Shout til the crying is out

Raise up your voice and shout

Shout til the devil is out

People cry and people sing

These are the words we tell

These are the words we bring