E
Oh, the village of the hill
A
Sitting silently at will
F#mAE
Like some prophecy forgotten by an age
E
With no guns before its gate
A
The mysterious estate
F#mAE
Lies waiting for its history's dawning page
AA/G#F#mE
With the raging of the sea before its height
AA/G#F#mEEAF#mAE
And the strength of those whom see beyond their sight
E
Oh, the smithies anvil rings
A
And the symphony it sings
F#mAE
No voice nor poet's pen can put to tune
E
And electric lines of force
A
Ring around the humble lives
F#mAE
Of the souls that hear the master saying soon
AA/G#F#mE
With the clouds that gather near disturb the night
AA/G#F#mEEEAF#mAE
Striking flashes of a difference, fleeing fright
E
No slight of tongue nor hand
A
Can so boldly there withstand
AF#mAE
When the spirit of it's truth shall speak the time
E
And no ignorance of life
A
Can be held within the sight
F#mAE
Of the buttresses of ageless binds of time
AA/G#F#mE
The communion of the forces take delight
A A#GF#mEEEAF#mAE
With the fear that no tongues may read nor write
E
White Light
E
Oh the village of the hill
A
Sitting silently still
F#mAE
With the strength of ages past they're still at hand
E
Reckons not to look behind
A
But to look within and find
F#mAE
And to hear of those enlightened by the lamb
AA/G#F#mE
With the powers of the wind both fierce and light
AA/G#F#mE
And the waters of the storm went through the night
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.