Send me now
High above the Mountains
Fill my ears
With the angels choir
As they sing
Golden they come
Over all my eyes fall
The land you touched
The seas you split
The lake you burned
I long to taste
With my dying breath
The soil yet unturned
Like a lamb
Golden they come
Like a lamb
Worn, shorn, slaughtered
Like a lamb
Worn, shorn, slaughtered
Like a lamb
Golden they come
With a tender grace
Shining down from their face
When all are one
As golden they come
There's no need to fear
Our intention is clear
We face the sun
As golden they come