Final - Children 18:3

Oh, hide me, would you love

Until all have gone?

Horsemen riding, shouting, laughing

To their hunting song

Somber words would feign contentment

With eyes half drawn

But in my secret place the voices

Whispers on

Go ahead and show yourself

As you were born to do

Their fathers killed the prophets

Hallelujah, they’re going to kill us too

Maidens sing at the harvest

Children dance on the ground

Angels join the gladness

The end will come here soon

As broken men exalt in their own ruin

Stand by me, would you love?

As if queen and pawn

White or black both sides attack

Until victory is won

But you must choose

To win you lose

And when sides are drawn

From my secret place the voices push me on

Go ahead reveal yourself

As you were born to do

Their fathers killed the prophets

Hallelujah, they’re going to kill us too

Maidens sing at the harvest

Children dance on the ground

Angels join the gladness

The end will come here soon

As humble men rejoice in their own ruin

Stephen, Stephen, tell me

Weren’t you even scared?

Maidens sing at the harvest

Children dance on the ground

Angels join the gladness

Listen to the most beautiful sound

Maidens sing at the harvest

Children dance on the ground

Angels join the gladness

Listen to the most beautiful sound

Maidens sing at the harvest

Children dance on the ground

Angels join the gladness

Listen to the most beautiful sound

Maidens sing at the harvest

Children dance on the ground

Angels join the gladness

Listen to the most beautiful sound

Maidens sing at the harvest

Children dance on the ground

Angels join the gladness

The end will come here soon

As broken men exalt in their own

The end will come here soon

As broken men rejoice in their own