From the mountain

I pour forth

I give you my waters

                to drink

                and the many words

                                of my waters

                                to hear.

 

My waters have seen

the gathering

on the hill

above the lake

My waters have heard

the prayers

on the grass bank

My waters have known

the worship

in the summer sun

and in the rain

 

I have heard the ministers

                preach

I have heard the families

I have heard the children

I have heard the gathering

                the voices raised

                in praise

 

From deep within

From the spirit of the hill

From the ancient land itself

I gave my blessing