New Zion

There were signs up in the sky

When we gathered by the garden wall

Everybody on his best behavior

Listening for the altar call

High priest of Salem in his robes

Ranting of the coming of the day

Ravens at the gates

Frightening all the visitors away

I lay down by the water

Dreamed a dream of where I come from

Old things made new

Waiting for you

There were wooden wind chimes rustling

In the trees above the anthills on the dunes

On the high winds, we could hear them

Old familiar tunes

The little bit of faith we had once

Like the memory of a movie

They got burned up in the great fire

Reassembling itself slowly by surely

I lay down by the water

Dreamed a dream of where I come from

Old things made new

Waiting for you