Deseret

Acorn shells scattered on yellow grass Beneath the shades of an old tree Lay down your mystic basket It is time to rest, it is time to rest The fourth day is not until tomorrow The countryside is quieter Make your backpack lighter Onward, Christian songwriter Rising from the east, slowly fading west Honey and harmony make a seat for our guest Buzz across the universe to the mind’s hive Beyond a shadow of doubt, you’re lucky to be alive Sing about the comfort here Sing about the gaze Lying in the yellow grass Flying through the days And your song will be called 'Deseret'