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 own, on with their own hidden ways When 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 wait Great are the sounds of all that live And all that man can hold If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait Great are the sounds of all that live And all that man can hold Great are the sounds of all that live, live