Last Word Lyrics - Jane Siberry

In the beginning there was the word 

And the word was sent through 

A thousand different telephone lines 

And became garbled and distorted 

And so began the long process of sorting out 

The wheat from the chaff, the milk from the whey 

The truth from the lies, the night from the day 

Xylem and Phloem 

Flotsam and Jetsam 

David and Goliath 

Donner and Blitzen 

In the end there was still the word 

Was it still the same word?