Key: Bb Tempo: 93 Time: 4/4IntroVerse 1The Broom Sweeps Slow Across The Ancient StoneAnother Leaf Has Fallen To The ClayYou Mend The Thread Of Course We've OutgrownNo Words Are Needed For The Fading DayVerse 2Your Fingers Tremble Just A Little NowI Steady Them With Hands As Worn As OakWe Watch The Twilight Bend, The Willow BowAnd Wear The Silence Like A Familiar CloakVerse 3And So We Wait, My Love We Gently WaitFor Whatever Tide The Evening Chooses To BringWe've Locked The Storm Outside Our Wooden GateAnd In The Quiet We Still Hear The SpringChorusLet The Shadows Grow, Let The Cold Wind BlowWe Hold The Warmth Of Fifty Winters DeepWe Wait Together, Soft And SlowBefore We Drift To SleepVerse 4A Shed Half Apple On A Wooden PlateA Sudden Laugh At Things We Used To FearThe Heavy Ledger Of Our Mortal FateIs Written In The Lines We Carry HereVerse 5Your Eyes Still Hold The Quiet Steady SparkThat Guided Me Through Valleys Long AgoNow As The Room Surrenders To The DarkThere Is No Hurry In The Way We GoVerse 6And So We Wait, My Love We Gently WaitFor Whatever Tide The Evening Chooses To BringWe've Locked The Storm Outside Our Wooden GateAnd In The Quiet We Still Hear The SpringChorusLet The Shadows Grow, Let The Cold Wind BlowWe Hold The Warmth Of Fifty Winters DeepWe Wait Together, Soft And SlowBefore We Drift To SleepVerse 7Let The Sky Turn Grey, Let The Thunder RollWe've Built Our Sanctuary In The DustWith Every Ache That Lingers In The SoulWe Find A Quiet Unyielding TrustWe Do Not Fear The Closing Of The DoorFor We Have Walked This PathAnd We Ask For Nothing MoreOutroJust This Hand In MineThe Passing Of TimeWe Wait Together
