So could the waters of Iceland
 But there's a difference in finding diamonds in rust
 And rhinestones in a dishpan
 Miracles bowl me over
 And often will they do so
 Now I think I was asleep till I heard
 The voice of the great Caruso

 Bring infinity home
 Let me embrace it one more time
 Make it the lilies of the field
 Or Caruso in his prime

 A friend of mine gave me a tape
 She'd copied from a record disc
 It was made at the turn of the century
 And found in a jacket labeled "misc."
 And midst cellos, harps, and flugelhorns
 With the precision of a hummingbird's heart
 Was the lord of the monarch butterflies
 One-time ruler of the world of art

 Bring infinity home
 Let me embrace it one more time
 Make it the lilies of the field
 or Caruso in his prime

 Yes, the king of them all was Enrico
 Whose singular chest could rival
 A hundred fervent Baptists
 Giving forth in a tent revival
 True he was a vocal miracle
 But that's only secondary
 It's the sould of the monarch butterfly
 That I find a little bit scary

 Bring infinity home
 Let me embrace it one more time
 Make it the lilies of the field
 Or Caruso in his prime

 Perhaps he's just a vehicle
 To bear us to the hills of Truth
 That's Truth spelled with a great big T
 And peddled in the mystic's booth
 There are oh so many miracles
 That the western sky exposes
 Why go looking for lilacs
 When you're lying in a bed of roses?

 Bring infinity home
 Let me embrace it one more time
 Make it the lilies of the field
 Or Caruso in his prime