from the back of the crowd he was straining to see the arc of a body in agony that morning he'd heard the anger, the noise but somehow this pa**ion had stolen their voice oh, he longed to believe in this magical man heard the tale of His wonders throughout all the land the alchemy of a lonely soul pours love into sadness and turns it to gold now the wood and the nails have captured those magical hands yet deep in His eyes burned a vision he could not understand in the back of the noon he felt a chill for those eyes stared at him, crushing his will drawing him closer, closer still climb the hill now the movers shake and the shakers move crushing the innocent under their shoes their dark wounded cries spill like blood on the land and I can't seem to feel my heart or my hands cry out all you people cry out for liberty come young and old let us fall down on bended knee let the dew of heaven wash over us all let His love and His pa**ion cover us all drawing us closer, closer still climb the hill iron curtains are torn in two the living dead can break out of their tombs hope will arise from the ashes of doom climb climb climb the hill © 1994 Word Music/ASCAP (a division of Word, Inc.) & Britt-n-Brenn Music/ASCAP