Water spilled to streams of yore Flowing down from the mountain wastes Before the forests bore their first fruit Or the stars illuminated their first night From the deepening darkness Sprang forth living water
The water flowed and pooled Stretching out and gathering From the four corners of the earth To meet together in the distant east A place now lost beyond our world Wherein a great garden was planted
And where our ancestors were born By the living water and the earth Made of simple clay, of mud and dust Yet imbued with a great power A unity with their creator That they may walk with Him