Sam Baardman

Lyrics

WHO KNOWS - by Sam Baardman

Who knows if we’ll have hardship or a life of ease
If the wind will be a hurricane or gentle breeze
That’s small enough to barely put a ripple in the leaves
Or strong enough to pull the roots from thousand year-old trees

Who knows, who knows
When you walk into the world the dice are thrown
Will the rivers all run dry, or overflow
Who knows

Who knows if all the things we dream are pre-conceived
If every hollow space can be filled with all the things we need
If saints are looking down on every thoughtless deed
And sweat is pouring off their brows like beads of the rosary

Who knows, who knows
When you walk into the world the dice are thrown
Will the rivers all run dry, or overflow
Who knows

Who knows if time will tell us how to bear the load
If love will drive the darkness down and melt the snow
If the second hand will tick again and the future will unfold
And a bit of grace will fall, at least a little truth be shown

Who knows, who knows
When you walk into the world the dice are thrown
Will the rivers all run dry, or overflow
Who knows

And so we listen to the music of that crying violin
And we dance into the circle, and then dance right out again
And we’re all hung out to dry in whatever kind of wind
Who knows if we’ll be pardoned, or if we’ve even sinned

Who knows, who knows
When you walk into the world the dice are thrown
Will the rivers all run dry, or overflow
Who knows