THE SWALLOW SONG(Richard Farina, 1964)Come wander quietly and listen to the windCome here and listen to the skyCome walking high above the rolling of the seaAnd watch the swallows as they flyThere is no sorrow like the murmur of their wingsThere is no choir like their songThere is no power like the freedom of their flightWhile the swallows roam aloneDo you hear the calling of a hundred thousand voiceHear the trembling in the stoneDo you hear the angry bells ringing in the nightDo you hear the swallows when they've flown?And will the breezes blow the petals from your handAnd will some loving ease your painAnd will the silence strike confusion from your soulAnd will the swallows come again?