Come wayward souls
That wander through the darkness
There is a light for the lost and the meek
Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten
When you subm it to the s oil of the earth
Grow tiny seed
You are called to the trees
Rise
'Til your l eaves fill the sky
Until your si -i ghs
Fill the air in the n ight
Lift your mighty l imbs
And give p raise to the fire