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 thighs, and poured the thistle milk Begged the thunder bolts to strike and mark me as alive
All the lilies on the hill All the lilies on the hill All 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 ghostless was the air Laid back to bed and dulled my eyes and searched those fruitless skies Again begged the thunder bolt to strike to mark me or else I will die
All the lilies on the hill All the lilies on the hill All the lilies on the hill Scented the night
And in the second before I sleep And in the 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 All bringing dreams to drink
Thank God I'm alive! Thank God I'm alive!
All the lilies on the hill All the lilies on the hill All the lilies on the hill Scented the night