There, on a lonely desert hilltop
The pilgrims huddle closer
Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine
The arc of space and time
Truth, oh the truth is never clear
Perhaps again next year
Hope lives on, beneath the blazing sun
That one day you'll come
In my heart I reach you
In my heart I reach out to you
In my heart I touch the face of God
In my dreams somehow
In my heart I reach you
In my heart I reach out to you
In my heart I touch the face of God
In my dreams somehow
Truth, oh the truth is never clear
Perhaps again next year
Hope lives on beneath the blazing sun
That one day you'll come
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