if one moment
still
quiet water
cascades
from
the
top of the hill
with
some
red, blue, and green
the
colors unreal
if
one moment still

clouds are
the
sparrows of
the
blue sky
we
sing
the
highest pitch
in
early spring
still
we
yearn to fly

oh lord
i
pray
thus
you
made me
this way
thy
wings
are not
afraid
to sing
along the way
i
cherish the day

harvest time
to
pick out
among us
the
red scarlet rose
hide
her
thorns inside
i
suppose

lamplight
shall
go with us
upon
the
time travel journey
that
glimmer of hope
thus
we
shall
take the lamplight
into
ancient dark caves of mankind
between
the
cracks and cliffs of time
through the narrow
twists and turns
to shed some
philosophical light
somewhere
upon
the
hopes and dreams of mankind

lord
even though
i
have lost
all my natural sight
still
i
read
through
the holy ghost
the
eternal braille stars of the night

in the egg of a bird
were
the
song is planted
and
i
shall hear a song
while
the
song has begun
and
to sing it aloud
and
to sing it freely
upon
your birth
unto this world
so dearly