The rain passed above us,
In the garden of the world.
But a flame arrives to guide us,
Past the gold between the angles of the stars.
Watch you over all the children in the rain,
And the streets where I remember,
Where the fire that lights a candle soars again.
A flaring flame.
Hear it call,
Through the darkness, hear it call to us all…
And start again
It’s beating heart, comes again..
When the light drive out our fears,
And the joy drive out our pain.
And the nations come to greet us,
Waving opened arms of waves of golden corn.
Ever hear us,
Oh the spirit of the world.
May your light be ever near us,
Always lead us from the dark,
That we may fall.
We will fly…
And with love,
Hear the call…..