We’re gonna need a little help with this next one, so we’re going to invite out the lovely Bess Atwell to help us out
If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter
Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wake
And let all that run through the fields, through the quiet
Go on with their own, on with their own, hidden ways
When all the newness of gold travels far from
Where it had once been, worn like the Earth over yеars
And when the acts of Man cause thе ground to break open
Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wake
Great are the sounds of all that live
And all that Man can hold
If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter
Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wake
Great are the sounds of all that live
And all that Man can hold
Great are the sounds of all that live, that live
That’s Bess Atwell!
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