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All of us in the mirrorYour clear voiceHer young voiceMy sad voiceAll of us in the backgroundYour clear voiceHer young voiceMy sad voiceThis old guitar turned me onWhen I needed a new songIt found me out in the hall waiting my turnWaiting to sing for a dozen dreamsWaiting to sing for all of usSongtexteFor those who have ears to hearFor all of us the call is clearIn the mirrorIn the backgroundThe last sound was the WordAll of us in the old houseYour cotton shirtHer twirling dressMy dusty skirtThis long road calls me homeWhere will we settle down?Circle the wagons. Husband and wivesLift up your voices, children, sing-While your mother plucks the stringsLift up your voices, children, sing-Before God the judgment bringsIn the mirrorIn the backgroundIn the old houseThe last soundWas a RisingOh, oh, Lord Aus Songtexte Mania