CLIMB THE HILL

CLIMB THE HILL

WhiteHeart

From the back of the crowd

He was straining to see

The ark of a body

In agony

That morning he heard

The anger and noise

But somehow this passion

Had stolen their voice

Oh he longed to believe

In this magical man

Heard the tale of his wonder

Throughout all the land

The alchemy of a lonely soul

Poured love into sadness

And turned it to gold

Now the wood and the nails

Have captured those magical hands,

 Yet deep in his eyes burned a vision

He could not understand

In the black of the noon

He felt a chill

For those eyes stared at him

Crushing his will

Drawing him closer

Closer still

Climb the hill

Now the movers shake

And the shakers move

Crushing the innocent

Under their shoes

Their dark wounded cries

Spill like blood on the land

And I can't seem to feel

My heart or my hands

Cry out all ye people

Cry out for liberty

Come young and old

We should fall down

On bended knee

Let the dew of Heaven

Wash over us all

Let His love and his passion

Cover us all,

 Drawing us closer

Closer still

Climb the hill

Iron curtains are torn in two

 The living dead

Can break out of their tombs

 Hope will arise

From the ashes of doom

 Climb

Climb

Climb

Climb

Oh climb

Climb

Climb the hill

 Ooh

Gonna climb

Climb

Climb

Gonna climb

 Climb the hill

 Look deep in his eyes

 Climb the hill

Oh

Oh climb

Climb

Climb

Oh climb

Climb the hill

Climb

Climb

Climb

Climb the hill

Climb