Somewhere by Bob Ayala

Meet Me At the Summit by Bob Ayala

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Somewhere
by Bob Ayala

Album: Meet Me At the Summit

Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
But it must be in some other hemisphere
Somewhere in the world there's church bells chiming
but their ringing has all but been silenced here
And the old familiar face of the moon
is looking down with knowing eyes
And knows the night has just begun
with all this human sacrifice

somewhere in the world the stage is being readied
But the final act has been carved in stone
what will be our part and will we be ready
Well ready or not the curtains being drawn
And the old familiar face of the lady
Looking out from New York harbor
Can see the grapes of wrath growing ripe and heavy
Hanging down from Heaven's arbors

Have Mercy, on our nation
The walls are crumbling we've torn down the foundations
Have Mercy, on our nation
The walls are crumbling we've torn down the foundations

For the blessed holy name of the One
Who called Columbus and his ships
Who led the Pilgrims and George Washington
Is now the curse upon our lips

Somewhere along the way we've lost our freedom
We through off the restraints that could keep us free
We're enlightened now we say but we've abandoned reason
So we've had to rewrite all our history
So let your faith and prayers and your lives be the lanterns
As the Old North Church we must be
For our unseen enemy like a cancer
Neither comes by land or sea

Have Mercy, on our nation
The walls are crumbling we've torn down the foundations
Have Mercy, on our nation
The walls are crumbling we've torn down the foundations