[Intro]

(Gentle electric‑piano arpeggio, soft shuffling hi‑hat, faint choir humming “ah‑ah‑ah”)

[Verse 1]

Morning dew kisses the meadow’s face,

Sunlight drips like honey, slow and safe.

Every blade of grass remembers the rain,

A tender whisper that the earth can’t feign.

You walk the hills and the valleys below,

Your footsteps turn dry dust to a river’s flow.

The soil drinks deep, the roots reach high,

And every seed awakens, ready to try.

[Pre‑Chorus]

When the world feels barren, I close my eyes,

And picture fields blooming under open skies.

[Chorus]

You visit the earth and water it, let rivers run, let rivers run,

The fields are clothed with gladness, every harvest sings a sun‑kissed hymn.

From the fragrant wheat to the orange blossom bloom,

Your blessing turns the ordinary into a room of perfume.

When the seasons spin and the winds may roam,

Your love stays steady, turning soil into home.

[Verse 2]

Golden grain sways, a sea of amber light,

Orchards heavy with fruit, a feast for night.

The vines stretch out, their leaves a emerald lace,

All bearing witness to Your gentle grace.

Even the rocky cliffs feel the soft caress,

When rain descends, they wear a verdant dress.

Every creature, great or small, finds its place,

In the chorus of growth, in the rhythm of grace.

[Bridge – spoken word over mellow horns]

“You visit the earth and water it… The fields are clothed with gladness.”

Those words are more than poetry; they’re a promise that every drop, every sunrise, every breath of wind is a note in the symphony of abundance.

(Background vocal “yeah, yeah, yeah” swells)

[Pre‑Chorus]

When doubts arise and the soil seems dry,

I recall the rain that never says goodbye.

[Chorus – full band, layered harmonies]

You visit the earth and water it, let rivers run, let rivers run,

The fields are clothed with gladness, every harvest sings a sun‑kissed hymn.

From the fragrant wheat to the orange blossom bloom,

Your blessing turns the ordinary into a room of perfume.

When the seasons spin and the winds may roam,

Your love stays steady, turning soil into home.

[Breakdown – instrumental solo]

(Saxophone wails, then a smooth guitar lick, while the rhythm section holds a relaxed groove. A faint choir whispers “gladness” in the background.)

[Bridge 2 – call‑and‑response]

Lead: “Who waters the earth?”

Choir: “Our God!”

Lead: “What does He bring?”

Choir: “Gladness!”

Lead: “What do we reap?”

Choir: “Abundance!”

[Final Chorus – key change, soaring vocals]

You visit the earth and water it, let rivers run, let rivers run,

The fields are clothed with gladness, every harvest sings a sun‑kissed hymn.

From the fragrant wheat to the orange blossom bloom,

Your blessing turns the ordinary into a room of perfume.

Now I stand, my spirit lifted high,

Walking through the fields beneath an endless sky.

Every note I sing, every chord I play,

Is a tribute to the growth that lights the way.

[Outro]

(Fading piano chords, distant choir humming “ah‑ah‑ah,” soft cymbal rolls. Last line lingers: “Clothed with gladness… forevermore.”)