take my hand beloved
we’ll walk on thru this vex’ed land
full of little gods with giant posturing
where the meadowlark never sings
soul spirit lives in little things
we’re off to join other underlings
in the land of peace and plenty
Politics and holy stains
take my hand beloved
we’ll walk on thru this vex’ed land
full of little gods with giant posturing
where the meadowlark never sings
soul spirit lives in little things
we’re off to join other underlings
in the land of peace and plenty