We Sang

We sang to bring the harvest in

We sang with lovers and we sang with kin

We sang 'round the fire 'til the dawn began

We sang and we sang and we sang

We sang when the baby was new in our arms

Sang when the mother was gone too soon

We stood 'round a box with a flute and a drum

And we sang and we cried and we sang

'Cause we are something more than money machines

We're surely, surely something more

We're quarter tones and dreams

We sang in the car on the way to work

We sang in the joy and we sang at the hurt

We sang as we all went out for the night

And we rolled home drunk and we think we sounded alright

'Cause we are something more than working machines

We're surely, surely something more

Than photographs on screens

We lie awake at night and crave some deeper company

We're blood and bones and payday loans

And all the messy magic in between

We sang when the darkness scared the child

We sang when love was young and wild

We sang when our hearts had been defiled

Yeah, we sang and we cried and we sang

We sang when our country went to war

We stood in the streets and we sang, what for?

'Cause the saddest song I've ever heard sung

Was when a mother buried her son

We are something more than callous machines

We're surely, surely something more

We're quarter tones and dreams

Maybe we sing to calm the din and let the human in

We sang at the start and we'll sing at the end

And we'll sing at every stage between

We sang at the start and we'll sing at the end

And we'll sing at every stage between