Miller And The Midnight Cry
Billy Otto
We are left scorned, oh father of mine
Waiting all night for our home
We hung our harps, rumors afire, now we’re estranged
Lift your eyes, look to the sanctuary
There you’ll find ancient of days
Wake the dawn, know the revealers timing
Hold your heart, your work is not yet done
In 1818, oh so convinced
All of those years in the books
The falling of stars,
Thousands had followed, now we’re alone
Lift your eyes, look to the sanctuary, there
You’ll find ancient of days
Wake the dawn, know the revealers timing
Hold your heart, your work is not yet done
We wake the dawn
