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'