The plaza in the village
Where mission bells used to ring
Is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
Even the swallows have spring

All the blossoms are burried
‘Neath the waste
Out of the shadows grow hatred
Along the corrider crawls fear

Crushed by the promise of hope
That never returned
Watched with a hawk's trained eye
Trees grow silent fruit

‘Neath a suffering sky
Those who have stayed, keep a flame
In memory of the fallen
And pass on the old rites despite the risk

But many more have left here
On mended broken wings
Turning to see your reaction
A tear drop fills your eye

But you protest not to give up as give in
Heading straight for the wreckage
Picking up a shovel and a hoe
Start putting back the bricks one by one

Numbers come out of the woodwork
Corious to see the rebirth
Above the swollen clouds
A strange sound fills the air

A silence never heard
Falling like blessed rain
And the swallows return
As the mission bells ring

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"Woven Birds" as written by Joseph Burns John Convertino

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    General Commentlyrics correction:
    is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
    even the swallows have VANISHED

    when i listen to this i think of mexico during the 1930s
    kimpham54on November 16, 2007   Link
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    General CommentMission San Juan Capistrano.
    rustedshuton September 20, 2009   Link

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