I’ve been dusted with the cleanest mist
I’ve been lifted by your spirits
I’ve been hearing whispers from your wells
Whispers from a holy country
The giants of time are turning tunes
Take me to taste the secrets of the saints
Drink the water well, walk on this land
And call on my own name into the hollow
I have a soft fascination with these things
I stare at walls when I feel hollow
I stare straight down the hall and I follow the thoughts
Fountains under stones in springs
I have a soft fascination with these things
The giants of time are turning tunes
In my devotions, I give myself over
In my devotions, I give myself over
Whispers of a holy country
The giants of time are turning tunes
Take me to taste the secrets of the saints
Drink the water well, walk on this land
And call on my own name into the hollow
I have a soft fascination with these things
I stare at walls when I feel hollow
I stare straight down the hall and I follow the thoughts
Fountains under stones in springs
I have a soft fascination with these things
The giants of time are turning tunes
From this mouth, I hear murmurs
Beneath the muddy surface
In the garden where I grew
Fruit formed of its dew
Whispers of a holy country
The giants of time are turning tunes
I stare at walls when I feel hollow
I stare straight down the hall and I follow the thoughts
Fountains under stones in springs
I have a soft fascination with these things
I give myself over
The giants of time are turning tunes
Words spoken from the spring, miraculous beginnings
Healing words spoken from the tomb
Stories of resurrection
And the calf is running as the rivers spreads
The giants of time are turning tunes
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