Tune: Winchester (Ride on, ride on in majesty)
We walk in silence while the earth
Quivers and cracks beneath our feet
Swallows our dreams and shatters worth
Solemn, we trudge to hearts’ dull beat.
We walk while singing, motley choir
of traitors, lovers, meek and proud
Small sparks of apostolic fire
light up the path, lighten the shroud.
We walk in solidarity
and sing of hope that never dies
We march to end disparity
graves open as our spirits rise.
We walk the way that has no end
Free to evolve, transform our creed
Hearts, torn like curtains, start to mend
Love rising now in word, in deed.
There are no strangers on the way
Just travellers who will soon be friends
And destination, there is none:
A spiral path that never ends.