Anthem

The birds, they sang 
At the break of day 
Start again, I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what has passed away 
Or what is yet to be.

Yeah, the wars
They will be fought again 
The holy dove 
She will be caught again 
Bought and sold and bought again 
The dove is never free. 

Ring the bells that still can ring 
Forget your perfect offering 
There is a crack, a crack in everything 
That’s how the light gets in. 

We asked for signs 
The signs were sent: 
The birth betrayed 
The marriage spent 
Yeah, the widowhood of every government 
Signs for all to see. 

I can’t run no more 
With that lawless crowd 
While the killers in high places say their prayers out loud
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up a thundercloud 
They’re gonna hear from me. 

Ring the bells that still can ring … 

You can add up the parts 
You won’t have the sum 
You can strike up the march
There is no drum 
Every heart, every heart
To love will come, 
But like a refugee. 

Ring the bells that still can ring…

Ring the bells that still can ring 
Forget your perfect offering 
There is a crack, a crack in everything 
That’s how the light gets in 
That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in. 

Leonhard Cohen

(hear the song here)

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