Lyrics: Marc Scibilia/Matt Whittman
Music: Marc Scibilia/Matt Whittman
Morning comes, it was a bad dream but its over
There's nothing to fix, nothing broken
It just feels so quiet, in this new place
Out the window, see the sail boats on the river
That the wind comes to deliver
It just feels so quiet in this new place
But there will be singing
There will be nights of endless laughter
From this time and ever after
The seed of joy starts so small
The seed of joy starts so small
Tried to surprise you
Didn't think that I would cry too
A celebration in our sorrow
I don't know much about tomorrow
But I know
But there will be singing
There will be nights of endless laughter
We'll hold our breath for new disasters
But the seed of joy starts so small
Every seed of joy it starts so small
The seed of joy it starts so small
The seed of joy it starts so small
Every seed of joy it starts so small