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This is such a beautiful song... Even better when heard.

Everything in it's own Time

and when the winds have blown things round and back again
what was once your pain will be your home

all around the table the white haired men have gathered
spilling their sons' blood like table wine
remember everything i told you
everything in its own time

the music whispers you in urgency
hold fast to that languageless connection
a thread of known that was unknown and unseen seen
dangling from inside the fifth direction


boys around the table are mapping out their strategies
kings all of mountains one day dust
a lesson learned a loving god and things in their own time
in nothing more do i trust

we own nothing
nothing is ours
not even love so fierce it burns like baby stars
but this poverty is our greatest gift
the weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift


remember everything i told you
keep it in your heart like a stone
and when the winds have blown things round and back again
what was once your pain will be your home

everything in its own time
everything in its own time
-Indigo Girls