| Song | And Still |
| Artist | Laura Cantrell |
| Album | Humming by the Flowered Vine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Your father said | |
| We'll leave the land and love behind | |
| Have no regrets | |
| Our life is on the other side | |
| But words have a cost words'll bring grief | |
| Words you have lost, words you believed | |
| And still… | |
| Your father said | |
| The poorest man should love his life | |
| With no regret | |
| There but for the grace go I | |
| But he'll light the fire and leave you the ash | |
| He'll have the last word and leave you the lash | |
| And still… | |
| I hear voices speak again | |
| I hear voices echoing | |
| Your children said | |
| We'll never learn this compromise | |
| But what they meant | |
| They want you here to share their life | |
| Here where the sun is distant in light | |
| Here where the sadness fills up my night | |
| Here for the bells, here for the gold | |
| Here where the children are suddenly old | |
| And still… | |
| I hear voices speak again | |
| I hear voices echoing | |
| And still… |
| Your father said | |
| We' ll leave the land and love behind | |
| Have no regrets | |
| Our life is on the other side | |
| But words have a cost words' ll bring grief | |
| Words you have lost, words you believed | |
| And still | |
| Your father said | |
| The poorest man should love his life | |
| With no regret | |
| There but for the grace go I | |
| But he' ll light the fire and leave you the ash | |
| He' ll have the last word and leave you the lash | |
| And still | |
| I hear voices speak again | |
| I hear voices echoing | |
| Your children said | |
| We' ll never learn this compromise | |
| But what they meant | |
| They want you here to share their life | |
| Here where the sun is distant in light | |
| Here where the sadness fills up my night | |
| Here for the bells, here for the gold | |
| Here where the children are suddenly old | |
| And still | |
| I hear voices speak again | |
| I hear voices echoing | |
| And still |
| Your father said | |
| We' ll leave the land and love behind | |
| Have no regrets | |
| Our life is on the other side | |
| But words have a cost words' ll bring grief | |
| Words you have lost, words you believed | |
| And still | |
| Your father said | |
| The poorest man should love his life | |
| With no regret | |
| There but for the grace go I | |
| But he' ll light the fire and leave you the ash | |
| He' ll have the last word and leave you the lash | |
| And still | |
| I hear voices speak again | |
| I hear voices echoing | |
| Your children said | |
| We' ll never learn this compromise | |
| But what they meant | |
| They want you here to share their life | |
| Here where the sun is distant in light | |
| Here where the sadness fills up my night | |
| Here for the bells, here for the gold | |
| Here where the children are suddenly old | |
| And still | |
| I hear voices speak again | |
| I hear voices echoing | |
| And still |