Lilies

Again tonight I sang a song, a prayer if you will Fell to the floor on blackened knees, and all the trees fell still Press my hands between my bare knees, and poured in thistle milk Begged the thunder bolts to strike and mark me as alive All of the lilies on the hill All of the lilies on the hill All of the lilies on the hill Scented the light And so I finished up my prayer, rose slowly and I stared But I was empty as a grave and ghost less was the end Laid back to bed and dove my eyes and searched those further skies Again begged the thunder bolt to strike to mark me or else I will die All of the lilies on the hill All of the lilies on the hill All of the lilies on the hill Scented the night Any second before I sleep Any second before I sleep Did I believe what I did see? Did I believe what came to me? Appeared a figure of a man, waving upon the hill To the window I ran and saw what he had sent Children of a private world, to be conceived in milk Hundred marching to my door of bringing dreams to drink Thank God I'm alive! Thank God I'm alive! All of the lilies on the hill All of the lilies on the hill All of the lilies on the hill Scented the night