Bring my lobe down
Down onto that ground
One can hear the sound
Of the grand and new
The highest days
The Spirit gains
I hear complains
"We can't see how."
The Spirit gains
Yet Bro maintains
"This country's goin' down"
But my Maker sustains
It's your view of this evening
I say it's clearer than ever
It's the birthpangs of a
Grand ol' new age
Bring my lobe down
Down to the ground
One can hear the sound
Of the grand and new
The highest days
The Spirit gains
Sis' maintains
"Our kids can't know."
The Spirit gains
We all complain
"Take me home."
"I can't go on."
"I'm weak and worn."
I say "Carry me on."