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Well it did my heart good to see that priest With a guitar slung on his backAnd it did my heart good to see that treeMostly living but some burnt blackAnd it did my heart good to sing with peopleIn communion once againBut it was the silence between the prayersWhen I heard you echo my amenAnd it was your voice, a voice that whisperedIn a language plain but rareIt was the voice, the voice of mysteryIn a silence between the prayers(Then the preacher...)Well the priest he taught us what God intendedHow he holds us in our misery (miserere nobis...)But I could not hear him 'cause I was listeningTo the story of that lightning-struck treeAnd it was your voice, a voice that whisperedIn a language plain but rareIt was the voice, the voice of mysteryIn a silence between the prayersLetras de cancionesBroken tree, wooden crossA loaf of bread and a cup of wineThe son, the breeze, the altar tableClapping hands and dancing chimesAnd they put a red rope 'round where tongues of fireHad licked that mighty treeAnd the people came 'round though they weren't supposed to 'Cause they had to touch the mysteryAnd it was your voice, a voice that whisperedIn a language plain but rareIt was the voice, the voice of mysteryIn a silence between the prayers From Letras Mania