Lyrics The Creatures of the Field - Art Garfunkel, Amy Grant

The Creatures of the Field

And the creatures of the field
Waited in the silence of Gabriel’s departing
And in the meadow kneeled
Still but for the sound of a frightened faun starting
'Til the owl said:
Who raised up a clamor so harsh and deep?
The owl said:
Who caused gentle Mary to fret and weep?
Her window glows brightly
I fear that she cannot sleep.
Mary paced her room
Wishing that her heartbeat
Would cease its fearful pounding
Peered into the gloom
Silent as a tomb,
Not one distant drum sounding
As the owl said:
Who caused such a stillness to mystify the earth-
And why?
See how she searches the darkened sky.
Who is there among us to sing her a lullaby?
Sing me a lullaby…