The Steel Wheels Hymn for the Unsung lyrics

Hymns from the loudest voice ‘til quiet ones rejoice
Your bitter silence tasted
And to all the beaten down in those forgotten towns
Let no more time be wasted

There are no words to sing this little song I bring
I come here empty handed
There is no day too bright no darken night
There are no wishes granted

Take this music from me, music from me,
Can't take it from me

Though pockets loose their wealth and dust climbs upon the shelf
This beauty will not wither
So with hungry baby face or hands all leather-traced
Come to the bounty hither

Don't take this music from me, music from me,
Don't take it from me

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So go on and ring those bells lay on your cockle shells

There is no sound displeasing
Run get your pots and pans tanglewood and steel for hands
Hold up to all your mystery

Don't take your music from me, music from me,
Don't take it from me

Don't take this music from me, music from me,
You won't take it from me

All sounds from mother deep this wild mountain steep
We see our days before us
So to each make her own noise we rhyme with simple voice
And join in ancient chorus

Don't take this music from me, music from me,
You won't take it from me

Oh please don't take this music from me, music from me,
You can't take it from me