Track 2 of the EP Salt on the Rail · 2019
Morning After the Typhoon, We Rise
“A song for the morning after the worst of the storm, when the sky is rinsed clean. The big hymn of the set.”
classical crossover · anthemic choir · gospel · 3:27
Lyrics
The wind has dropped its weight at last The sky is rinsed and clean Neighbours climb from cellar doors Into a world washed green Branches strewn across the road And roof tiles in the lane But someone's brought a broom outside And someone's lit a flame Pick up the pieces, hand to hand Together, this is how we stand Morning after the typhoon, we rise Gold light breaking in our eyes Broken fences, broken trees We rebuild on bended knees Sing it out across the bay We are here and here to stay Morning after the typhoon, we rise Beneath the open skies A baker opens up his shop And hands the bread around A fisherman repairs his boat Beside the harbour mound The children sail on puddle seas With paper in the breeze And every song is louder now Than the storm among the trees Pick up the pieces, hand to hand Together, this is how we stand Morning after the typhoon, we rise Gold light breaking in our eyes Broken fences, broken trees We rebuild on bended knees Sing it out across the bay We are here and here to stay Morning after the typhoon, we rise Beneath the open skies Every door that's standing open Every hand that's reaching out Every voice that starts to sing Drives away the doubt Morning after the typhoon, we rise Higher now beneath the skies Broken fences, broken trees We rebuild on bended knees Sing it out across the bay We are here and here to stay Morning after the typhoon, we rise And the whole bright world replies We rise