Let The River Run sing and play along

We're coming to the edge, running on the water,

coming through the fog, your sons and daughters.

Let the river run, let all the dreamers wake the nation.

Come, the new Jerusalem.

Silver cities rise;

the morning lights the streets that lead them.

And sirens call them on with a song.

It's asking for the taking, trembling,

shaaking. Oh, my heart is aching.

We're coming to the edge, running on the water,

coming through the fog, your sons and daughters.

We, the great and small stand on a star and blaze a trail of desire through the darkling dawn.

It's asking for the taking, trembling,

shaaking. Oh, my heart is aching.

We're coming to the edge, running on the water,

coming through the fog, your sons and daughters.

Let the river run, let all the dreamers wake the nation.

Come, the new Jerusalem.