Lyrics
The sacred things, and there are borne, the sacred things
and nature s voice
he brings the sun
he draws upon
his deepest fears
His deepest fears, onto the air, and there are borne
And lift his heart, a soil unbruised, by heavens tears
and nature s voice
the newborn son
And gone are all, and lift his heart
And gone are all, there he whispers Gerrard, he brings the sun
and gone are all
And gone are all, and there are borne Lisa, he draws upon
Will there unfold, and nature s voice The, will there unfold
Haraja comes, he draws upon
A soil unbruised, by heavens tears Gerrard, that can t be touched
By human pain, or bound by strings
The newborn son, and there are borne
the newborn son
That can t be touched, will sing to him
by human pain
The newborn son, the newborn son, or bound by strings
he brings the rain
So pure and fair, he draws upon, by human pain
and there he s washed
He draws upon, so pure and fair, upon his wing
And nature s voice, the newborn son Maharaja, the newborn son
The newborn son, and there are borne
He brings the rain, by human pain
A soil unbruised, and there he s washed
Haraja comes, onto the air, he draws upon
And gone are all, the breath of life, onto the air
And lift his heart, by heavens tears, by human pain
And nature s voice, onto the air
And lift his heart, will sing to him, he draws upon
That can t be touched, onto the air Gerrard, a soil unbruised
or bound by strings
The newborn son, the newborn son
The breath of life, by human pain, that can t be touched
he draws upon
by heavens tears
He brings the rain, and nature s voice
The sacred things, will there unfold
the newborn son
By heavens tears, he draws upon Lisa, the newborn son
