Like feathers on the wind our words can lose their way,
a loosened tongue, as much as arms,
is in the devil's pay.
We need a listening ear,
a slowness when we act,
before we judge, the time to sift
the rumour from the fact.
Verses 3-4 follow
Tune: GARELOCHSIDE; POTSDAM
Metre: SM
Andrew Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 6/8/2012 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk.
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