Golden light of rebirth dawns
upon the wasteland of my blind
and birdsong\'s morning trills of joy
fall unkind.
So, so slowly then with you
shall i walk this mornings mile
with no fear nor comforts company
in a smile
oh you frosty bitter wasteland
you take us all in your greedy time
ever waiting for the ripening fruit to fail
\'pon the vine
Lay her deep and lay down low
then lift this heart up to the sky
cold earth, so, so, cold, fails my fingers
lain to lie
And so to the morrow, to the day
upon the morning tide must i depart
the new world shall take all of me they claim
.......yes take all of me
. \'cept my heart