As the rain tossed above us; 
 In the garden of the world 
 But a flame arrives to guide us; 
 Past the gold between the angles of the stars 

 Watch you over all the children in the rain; 
 And the streets where I remember 
 Where the fire that lights a candle soars again; 

 flaring flame, 
 Hear it call; 
 Through the darkness, 
 Hear it call to us all 

 And start again; 
 Its beating heart  [bad word] again 

 [ [bad word]  bells ] 
 [ [bad word]  whistling ] 
 [ [bad word]  la-la ] 

 When the light dries all the fields 
 And the joy drives out our pain 
 And the [bad word] to greet us 
 Waving molten loaves and waves of golden corn 

 Can you hear us, 
 Oh, the spirit of the world 
 May your light be ever near us 
 Always heal us from the dark that we may fall 

 We're a flame 
 And reflect 
 We're the corn