Let me look at you, see how you shine
I'll fall in love like I've done every time
Lay me in soft green grass,
down where the river runs
Under the mountain calves,
cold with the setting sun
Carry me with your grace,
You walk on water, searching the east
Souls of the masses pass at your feet
Looking up at you, tears in their eyes
Fathers of fathers of fathers gone by
Walk me down Old Main Street
Fields full of summer weed
Peppered with rounded bells
Steeples where church bells rang,
Reach out through gathered storms,
I am your pouring spirit,
Lay me in soft green grass
Down where the river runs
Under the mountain calves
beyond the verdant trees.
Carry me with your grace.
Walk me down Old Blaine Street.
Ride me down rusty rails.
Fields full of summer weed.
Peppered with rounded bells.
Steeples where church bells rang.
Reach out through gathered
Just faithfully comfort me
