The Awakening

I dreamed a dream,
a silent dream
of a land not far away
where no bird sang,
no steeples rang,
and teardrops fell like rain.
I dreamed a dream;
a silent dream.
I dreamed a dream
of a land so filled with pride
that every song,
both weak and strong,
withered and died.
I dreamed a dream
No hallelujah;
not one hosanna!
No song of love,
no lullaby.
And no choir sang to change the world.
No pipers played,
no dancers twirled.
I dreamed a dream;
a silent dream.
Awake, awake!
Soli deo gloria!
Awake, Awake!
Awake my soul and sing,
the time for praise has come.
The silence of the night has passed,
a new day has begun!
Let music never die in me;
forever let my spirit sing!
Wherever emptiness is found
let there be joy and glorious sound.
Let music never die in me;
forever let my spirit sing!
Let all our voices join as one
to praise the giver of the sun!
Awake, awake!
Let music live!