| Song | Wings of the Morning |
| Artist | Caedmon's Call |
| Album | Share The Well |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I woke to the sirens of the city | |
| They were calling me to hold my head up high | |
| But the truth was in the dust that hangs like curtains | |
| From the beggars to the sky | |
| The ads and billboards rained in every language | |
| The message every politician knows | |
| When we’re fed that we are nothing we’ll believe it | |
| And then do what we are told | |
| The spark of the divine | |
| I see it in your eyes | |
| It’s there behind the lies that tie you down | |
| On the wings of the morning | |
| Hope is rising | |
| In the darkest night | |
| Your love and light prevail | |
| Ask any good detective, he will tell you | |
| It’s the eyes that always give the truth away | |
| And in yours I see the feat that’s bound and gagged you | |
| With no hope for escape | |
| It’s true that we are fallen as an angel | |
| But you and me, we’re also holy as a prayer | |
| Made in the image of a giver and a lover | |
| Who left His throne to come down here | |
| The spark of the divine | |
| I see it in your eyes | |
| It’s there behind the lies that tie you down | |
| On the wings of the morning | |
| Hope is rising | |
| In the darkest night | |
| Your love and light prevail | |
| We will rise on the wings of the morning | |
| Though we hide, hide in the shadows of the night | |
| There is hope, hope in the hands that have made us | |
| And are holding us tight… | |
| Hope is rising … on the wings of the morning | |
| Hope is rising … in the shadows of the night | |
| Hope is rising … from the hands that have made us | |
| And are holding us tight … |
| I woke to the sirens of the city | |
| They were calling me to hold my head up high | |
| But the truth was in the dust that hangs like curtains | |
| From the beggars to the sky | |
| The ads and billboards rained in every language | |
| The message every politician knows | |
| When we' re fed that we are nothing we' ll believe it | |
| And then do what we are told | |
| The spark of the divine | |
| I see it in your eyes | |
| It' s there behind the lies that tie you down | |
| On the wings of the morning | |
| Hope is rising | |
| In the darkest night | |
| Your love and light prevail | |
| Ask any good detective, he will tell you | |
| It' s the eyes that always give the truth away | |
| And in yours I see the feat that' s bound and gagged you | |
| With no hope for escape | |
| It' s true that we are fallen as an angel | |
| But you and me, we' re also holy as a prayer | |
| Made in the image of a giver and a lover | |
| Who left His throne to come down here | |
| The spark of the divine | |
| I see it in your eyes | |
| It' s there behind the lies that tie you down | |
| On the wings of the morning | |
| Hope is rising | |
| In the darkest night | |
| Your love and light prevail | |
| We will rise on the wings of the morning | |
| Though we hide, hide in the shadows of the night | |
| There is hope, hope in the hands that have made us | |
| And are holding us tight | |
| Hope is rising on the wings of the morning | |
| Hope is rising in the shadows of the night | |
| Hope is rising from the hands that have made us | |
| And are holding us tight |
| I woke to the sirens of the city | |
| They were calling me to hold my head up high | |
| But the truth was in the dust that hangs like curtains | |
| From the beggars to the sky | |
| The ads and billboards rained in every language | |
| The message every politician knows | |
| When we' re fed that we are nothing we' ll believe it | |
| And then do what we are told | |
| The spark of the divine | |
| I see it in your eyes | |
| It' s there behind the lies that tie you down | |
| On the wings of the morning | |
| Hope is rising | |
| In the darkest night | |
| Your love and light prevail | |
| Ask any good detective, he will tell you | |
| It' s the eyes that always give the truth away | |
| And in yours I see the feat that' s bound and gagged you | |
| With no hope for escape | |
| It' s true that we are fallen as an angel | |
| But you and me, we' re also holy as a prayer | |
| Made in the image of a giver and a lover | |
| Who left His throne to come down here | |
| The spark of the divine | |
| I see it in your eyes | |
| It' s there behind the lies that tie you down | |
| On the wings of the morning | |
| Hope is rising | |
| In the darkest night | |
| Your love and light prevail | |
| We will rise on the wings of the morning | |
| Though we hide, hide in the shadows of the night | |
| There is hope, hope in the hands that have made us | |
| And are holding us tight | |
| Hope is rising on the wings of the morning | |
| Hope is rising in the shadows of the night | |
| Hope is rising from the hands that have made us | |
| And are holding us tight |