The dawn time silence sings its song
Of one creation all along
The grassy banks and mossy beds
Where yellow rattles toss their heads
Submitting now to witness later
The Sweetnesses of One Creator
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
The dawn time silence sings its song
Of one creation all along
The grassy banks and mossy beds
Where yellow rattles toss their heads
Submitting now to witness later
The Sweetnesses of One Creator
