I see man put an end to starlight, moving mountains
Underneath the earth: fire and blackness
Even dust turns to gold. Adonai
Man puts his hand to the flinty rock, dams the stream
His eye sees every precious thing. Adonai

Oh, my eye caught a flicker in the eaves
Wind singing to me with the feathers and the leaves
Moss on the bones of an oak tree
Fiber wove through all that be
O Adonai, O Adonai, O Adonai
O holy grove of the rhododendron
Looking like a child for a secret emblem
Wild enough to keep us guessing
O Adonai, O Adonai, O Adonai

Our brother William slipped through the nightshade
Marveler once and always
I know you saw his face