You can stack up your flock in a wall made for fame
And find that your soul is breached
'Cause there ain't no sermon that'll buy you the love
Your heart quietly seeks
You can levy your soul to pay debts to the church
And find you were always free
So lay, daughter
Rest here, son
In the bed of humility
The flowers grow
Under the birds that are singing
They do not sow for you
Nor do they worry of reaping
I saw in flight
The freedom my
Heart desires
Hallelujah
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
I saw in flight
The freedom my
Heart desires
Hallelujah
Hallelujah