When first light arrives at last
and the bleak of night has passed,
comes that momentary hush
just before the morning rush.

In this hush of dawn so calm,
silence forms a wordless psalm
when first light arrives at last
and the bleak of night has passed.

There's no need for starlings' song
or for me to sing along
in this hush of dawn so calm
as the silence forms a psalm.

Nothing speaks so much of peace
than when words have found surcease.
There's no need for starlings' song
or for me to sing along.

Many clamor to be heard,
when their speech should be deferred.
Nothing speaks so much of peace
than when words have found surcease.