If all that grows
Starts to fade, starts to falter
Oh let me inside, let me inside not to wake

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
Worn 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 wake

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 wake

Great are the sounds of all that live
And all that man can hold
Great are the sounds of all that live, that live