Acts Of Man

If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter

Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait

Let all that run through the fields, through the quiet

Go on with their, on with their own hidden waysWhen all the newness of gold travels

Far from where it had once been

Born 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 wakeGreat are the sounds of all that live

And all that man can holdIf all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter

Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wakeGreat are the sounds of all that live

And all that man can hold

Great are the sounds of all that live, that live