Holy Country

I've been dusted With the cleanest mist I've been lifted By your spirit I've been hearing Whispers from your wells Whispers from a holy country The giants of time are turning tunes Take me to taste The secrets of the saints Drink the water well Walk on this land And call on my own name Into the hollow I have a soft fascination with these things I stare at walls when I feel hollow I stare straight down the hall and I Follow the thoughts Fountain under stones In springs I have a soft fascination With these things The giants of time Are turning tunes In my devotions I give myself over In my devotions I give myself over Whispers of a holy country The giants of time are turning tunes Take me to taste The secrets of the saints Drink the water well Walk on this land And call on my own name Into the hollow I have a soft fascination with these things I stare at walls when I feel hollow I stare straight down the hall and I Follow the thoughts Fountain under stones In springs I have a soft fascination With these things The giants of time are turning tunes From this mouth I hear murmurs Beneath the muddy surface In the garden where I grew Where fruit formed of its dew Whispers of a holy country The giants of time are turning tunes I stare at walls when I feel hollow I stare straight down the hall and I Follow the thoughts Fountain under stones In springs I have a soft fascination With these things I give myself over The giants of time are turning tunes Words spoken from the spring Miraculous beginnings Healing words spoken from the tomb Stories of resurrection The calf is running As the rivers spreads The giants of time are turning tunes