Holy Country
I’ve been dusted
With the cleanest mist
I’ve been lifted
By your spirit
I’ve been hearing
Whispers from your wells
Whispers from a holy country
The giants of time are turning tunes
Take me to taste
The secrets of the saints
Drink the water well
Walk on this land
And call on my own name
Into the hollow
I have a soft fascination with these things
I stare at walls when I feel hollow
I stare straight down the hall and I
Follow the thoughts
Fountain under stones
In springs
I have a soft fascination
With these things
The giants of time
Are turning tunes
In my devotions
I give myself over
In my devotions
I give myself over
Whispers of a holy country
The giants of time are turning tunes
Take me to taste
The secrets of the saints
Drink the water well
Walk on this land
And call on my own name
Into the hollow
I have a soft fascination with these things
I stare at walls when I feel hollow
I stare straight down the hall and I
Follow the thoughts
Fountain under stones
In springs
I have a soft fascination
With these things
The giants of time are turning tunes
From this mouth
I hear murmurs
Beneath the muddy surface
In the garden where I grew
Where fruit formed of its dew
Whispers of a holy country
The giants of time are turning tunes
I stare at walls when I feel hollow
I stare straight down the hall and I
Follow the thoughts
Fountain under stones
In springs
I have a soft fascination
With these things
I give myself over
The giants of time are turning tunes
Words spoken from the spring
Miraculous beginnings
Healing words spoken from the tomb
Stories of resurrection
The calf is running
As the rivers spreads
The giants of time are turning tunes
