Voices of the Old Days

Wake Up Call

Words and music Michael Veitch ©(p)2017 Burt Street Music (BMI)
All Rights Reserved
1945-it’s a long time gone
But not forgotten, we know its name
To all who died, or who barely survived
It’s not easy stopping a runaway train
Once a year we fall to our knees and pray
For every lost soul on the first of May
That’s when love finally found a way
Back from the edge of the devil’s flame
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Voices of the old days
Their stories live on in the shadows and the rain
Voices of the old days
Still much to teach us
And much to explain
Who knows where that great pain, it finally goes?
You just have to trust your sorrow
As candles burn through the night in the snow
Melting their way down to the ash below
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Voices of the old days
Their stories live on in the dust and the bone
Voices of the old days
Walk their weary paths of flowers and stone
Hear the echos in the miles between
We’ve been a long time traveling
Be glad to be here, or anywhere at all
And hope this world won’t come unraveling
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