It was just as it was written when we found our angel beating like an ember on the fire There was a calmness green a pasture that stayed the vicious and the wanton Light on the water Light on the water Light on the water Light on the water But just like the fable of that old river rising we built no boat for this water And we danced to the heavens Bore fruit to the sky All for a painful genuflection For the hand that brought the mercy Took the water and burned the well So wait for this golden land To come again All before the mercy chair Before the rifle or the greed Before the violence or the endless ways of slaughter There was a sound of reason here That fed the hungry and clothed the naked I felt the healing waters flow We kissed the sleeping heads of the birds, fish and buffalo And we wait for that water and pray for that flame and when that great flood had ended Then we praised the swollen river The fire all through the hills And we wait for this golden land to burn again How can you swallow an endless sky With this passive devotion We must have drank the river dry How can you take what is given How can the hand that brings the mercy Take the water and burn the well and let us wait for this golden land If we praise the swollen river Fire all through the hills Will we wait for this golden land