Would you come dance in a meadow with me?
I'm so scared that I've been forgotten.
I'm barefoot and hungry for your breads and your cheese.
Oh, I hope that you brought them...I hope that you brought them.
Would you come hand me a fist-full of flowers
They're growing up wild on the hillside.
You take the best and give me what's left.
Without them I would not feel right...I just would not feel right.
We are the new Jerusalem! The city of our God!
The temple He's dwelling in
And, the mountain of the Lord to which all men are drawn!
Would you come stand in the silence of time
When the morning mist whispers his secrets?
The rivers wind 'round in the silence of sound
And, every morning He visits...every morning He visits!
