Ambrosia

In the fields of sweet ambrosia

I've been told

You can sit down by the river

And watch yourself unfold

You can drink right from the river

And purify your soul

Oh ambrosia, pour it sweet and slow

I need to be replenished

I need to overflow

Let my senses know your power

Let your holy mix distill

Oh ambrosia

Let my spirit drink its fill

Oh, I've been like those people

Who need pain to feel alive

But now I'm kind of like a child

Who's been slowly reconciled

To waiting on the wisdom that

He knows will soon arrive

In the hills above ambrosia I have seen

A lovely place of mystery with

Meadows emerald green

And the colors of ambrosia

Are as real as any dream

Just as real as any dream

Oh ambrosia, pour it sweet and slow

I need to be replenished

I need to overflow

Let my senses know your power

Let your holy mix distill

Oh ambrosia

Let my spirit drink its fill