Soft field of clover

Moon shining over the valley

Joining the song of the river

To the great giver of the great good



As it enfolds me

Somehow it holds me together

I realize I've been singing

Still it comes ringing

Clearer than clear



And here by the water

I'll build an altar to praise Him

Out of the stones that I've found here

I'll set them down here

Rough as they are


Knowing You can make them holy

Knowing You can make them holy

Knowing You can make them holy



I think how a yearning

Has kept on returning to move me

Down roads I'd never have chosen

Half the time frozen

Too numb to feel

I know it was stormy

I hope it was for me learning

Blood on the road wasn't mine though

Someone that I know

Has walked here before