• Fill me with the whispers of your heart
    Touched by the hollow wind
    Sing me the melodies of your soul
    Wipe your tears of laughter
    And bring me that pot of gold.
    Pour me that river of diamonds
    The ones that make your heart ache
    Ache and thirst forward happiness
    Your burdens i will take.
    Tell me the stories of people
    Use up every last breath
    For when the angels come
    Need but nothing left.
    I cry onto the heavens
    To let my wishes flow
    Flow into the crest of Jesus
    Shall we go then?
    Come, lets go.