Let the River Run (from "Working Girl")

We're coming to the edge, Running on the water, Coming through the fog, Your sons and daughters. Let the river run, Let all the dreamers Wake the nation. Come, the New Jerusalem. Silver cities rise, The morning lights The streets that meet them, And sirens call them on With a song. It's asking for the taking. Trembling, shaking. Oh, my heart is aching. We're coming to the edge, Running on the water, Coming through the fog, Your sons and daughters. We the great and small Stand on a star And blaze a trail of desire Through the dark'ning dawn. It's asking for the taking. Come run with me now, The sky is the color of blue You've never even seen In the eyes of your lover. Oh, my heart is aching. We're coming to the edge, Running on the water, Coming through the fog, Your sons and daughters. It's asking for the taking. Trembling, shaking. Oh, my heart is aching. We're coming to the edge, Running on the water, Coming through the fog, Your sons and daughters. Let the river run, Let all the dreamers Wake the nation. Come, the New Jerusalem.