Acts Of Man

If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter

Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait

Let all that run through the fields through the quiet,

Go on with their own, on with their own hidden ways

When all the newness of gold travels far from

Where it had once been born like the earth over years

And when the acts of man cause the ground to break open

Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait

Great are the sounds of all that live

And all that man can hold

If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter

Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait

Great are the sounds of all that live

And all that man can hold

Great are the sounds of all that live