If all that grows
Starts to fade, starts to falter
Oh let me inside, let me inside not to wake
Let all that run
Through the fields, through the quiet
Go on with their own
On with their own hidden ways
When all the newness
Of gold travels far from
Where it had once been
Worn like the earth over years
And when the acts of man
Cause the ground to break open
Oh let me inside, let me inside not to wake
Great are the sounds of all that live
And all that man can hold
If all that grows
Starts to fade, starts to falter
Oh let me inside, let me inside not to wake
Great are the sounds of all that live
And all that man can hold
Great are the sounds of all that live, that live