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
The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun
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
It's all a dream...

In my heart I reach you
In my heart I reach out to you
In my heart I touch the face of God
It's all a dream, somehow...

 [bad word]  oh, the [bad word] is never clear
Perhaps again next year
The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun
One day [bad word]