There, on a lonely desert hilltop
The pilgrims huddle closer
Waiting for a sign, [bad word] silver shrine
The arc of space and time 
 [bad word]  oh the [bad word] is never clear
Perhaps again next year
Hope lives on, beneath the blazing sun
That one day [bad word] 

In my heart I reach you
In my heart I reach out to you
In my heart I touch the face of God
In my dreams somehow 

In my heart I reach you
In my heart I reach out to you
In my heart I touch the face of God
In my dreams somehow 
 [bad word]  oh the [bad word] is never clear
Perhaps again next year
Hope lives on beneath the blazing sun
That one day [bad word]