The Light Of the Face

We all have our place 
But it's always there, isn't it 
Streaming throughout our lives 
The light of the face 
Where most of the soul comes to rest 

We see it best when the hard wind blows 
Cause in the course of events 
The wind will know our names 
Even the wind will know our names 

The singer and the beggar choose life 
The mice in the storm choose life 
The men in their boats 
The plum and the fig choose life 
So, why shouldn't I? 
Yeah, why shouldn't I?