Crystal Singer Words and music by Bill Sutton © 1984The whirlwind of the morning air, harmoniously sighs And echoes from the facets of the cliffs into the skies We singers of the Crystal must begin another day Forgetting all the beauty in our need to make it pay The sled may lift us far above the walls of crystal stone And we may not remember all the claims we’ve called our own But now fly and now we sing and listen for the sound Of crystal veins that sing reply, from cold and barren ground Though I have flown a thousand miles, and still must fly as far I now recall the place I found my pure black crystal spar My comp reminds me as I fly of things that I must do And warns me of the dangers that may keep me from my due Suddenly the bells ring out, the whine assails my ears A sonic storm is moving in, sled get me out of here The skies lights up, the blasts of wind are rising to a peak And every passing moment takes me from the black I seek Racing the winds, running from the storm Escaping from the violence to a shelter safe and warm The storm moves ever faster, and ever louder calls The sled gives out an anguished cry as to the storm it falls I waken to the howl of wind resounding in my ears The nurse the guild provides for me, stand forth to dry my tears She cannot understand my weeping or the reason why I have forgotten, once again, where my black crystals lie We singers of the Crystal live for over eight score years But you who live a shorter span my never know your fears Your memories may reach across a gulf ours cannot span Remembering makes you the life, and me the empty man The whirlwind of the morning air, harmoniously sighs And echoes from the facets of the cliffs into the skies We singers of the Crystal must begin another day Forgetting all the beauty in our need to make it pay