Lungfish - Hear The Children Sing lyrics

What's taking form Is not a lifetime What's taking shape Is not a space-state What's circling Is not circular It's in the road Not yet ascended What's whispering Is not a rational mind It's in the meadow It won't walk to you What is Christic Can't be recognized What's streching out Is not the kingdom Hear the children sing: O, the devil is a flower Plucked from a cloud What's shrouded Is not mouldering What is written Never to be read aloud What's defiled Is not an environment What is raised Is not troubled It may be golden But not luminous The starer smiles The smiler stares What is marching Is not people Hear the children sing: O, the devil is a flower Plucked from a cloud What's gathering Is not a future plan What's coming into view Is not old or new Hear the children sing: O, the devil is a flower Plucked from a cloud