Look at the watchman on the grave
This golden angel without wings
Under his feet she will be safe
His silent singing, freedom it brings
This is music for the night
A trip through darkness into light
Homewards into our purest souls
Where liberty the mind controls
This is music for the night
Tender tunes shall be our guide
Songs of redemption, songs of gloom
Now greatest thoughts, they all shall bloom
Look how the watchman, free from sin,
Calls out eternity for just one day
Wisdom he kept safe deep within
And for the watchman's grace I pray
Look how the watchman without sound
Proclaims the things which are concealed
Magnificence is all around
As the great nothing is revealed
