Half the world is sleeping
Leaving all of us behind
Speeding shadows of the mystic green
Follow from our homes and before
Half the moon behind us
Pulling empty tides of brokenness
Wait for morning showing tired eyes
Flowers will spring from every grave
Carry along all that your hearts can be
Burning the dawn out of the mystic green

Half the world is sleeping
Leaving all of us behind
Speeding shadows of the mystic green
Flowers will spring from every grave
Flowers will spring from every grave
Carry along all that your hearts can be
Burning the dawn out of the mystic green