There is a song of peace, and we have found it, There is a flow of love, and we will sound it. An ancient friend is visiting our garden gate, His ever-newness wakes us from a dormant state. There is a light tonight, it draws the winged, Like moths we know the fire, we dance and sing it Our hearts pure tears of joy are as a silent hope, To fly the way shown by a blessed phalarope. There is a song of thanks, we live within it, The way has always been, now we begin it, In harmony we see beyond the d**h of birth, In unity the Maker knows the made-of-earth..