The Hillside Sarah Hart

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Lyrics

Oh my soul, weary and restless
For so long, far too long
Oh my voice, lost to the wilderness
With no song, far too long

Here in these shadows
We must stay
Walk the gray road
This brutal terrain
Until the wind blows and sings
Until the sacred light brings us

Home to the hillside
The river, the sparrow-song
Sunrise in hues of our wildest imagining
Home to the valley
The new rain, the lilies
The brightest horizon we ever will see

Now, oh my feet you must carry me
O'er this road, these cruel stones
Heart of mine, break not for what you see
But be moved, moved to love

Here in this barrenness
We survive
This fearful land
These terrible times
Until the clouds roll away
Until that beautiful day, dream us

Hope of me bloom now
Among these thorns
Reach with your dying breath
To the sun
Soon ends the bleakness of night
Soon you shall rise up and fly