Who Will Sing Our Song? Songtext
von McCully/Mackay

Who will hear our song when things go wrong?
Who will write our history when we′re gone?

Who will paint the pictures on the walls?
Who will feel the warm rain as it falls?


I sometimes dream of stranger things
A frozen land where no bird sings
I walk without touching
No contact, sight unseen
Removed from this in every way

Who read our stories carved in stone?
Who will share the wonders we have known?

I sometimes dream of stranger things
A frozen land where no bird sings
I walk without touching
No contact, sight unseen
Removed from this in every way

Who will hear our song when things go wrong?
Who will write our history when we're gone?