Leth the river run, Let all the dreamns Wake the nation come, the new Jerusalem Silver cities rise the morning lights the streets That meet them and sirenas call them on Whit a song it`s 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 dark`ning It`s asking fo the taking Come run whit me now the sky is the Color of blue you`re never even seen In the eyes of your lover Oh, mi heart is aching we`re coming to the Edge running on the water coming through The fog your sons and daughters (guitar) It`s asking for the taking trembling Shaking oh, my heart is a 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, new Jerusalem.
