When the Ma- [bad word] He brings the sun
He draws upon
The moon
And all the flowers
Bloom
There he whispers
Onto the air
grace
So pure and fair
And nature’s voice
Will sing to him
And lift his heart
Upon his wing
To palaces
Of light and gold
The breath of life
Will there unfold
And there are borne
The sacred things
That can’t be touched
Or bound by strings
soil [bad word] By human pain
He brings the rain
And there he's washed
By heavens tears
And gone are all
His deepest fears
And [bad word] [bad word] Within
The newborn son
The newborn son
The newborn son