When I wake in the dark
Through the weepings of old
Celebrations of light
Revelations of Love
When the night hits the hour
Where the moon meets the sun
And the bride up above
Shall be weeping no more
Then I'll wait for the morning
To sing of
The fire that's burning
Then I'll wait for the prophets
To lift up
Their eyes to the sun
And what's more
So much more
Then I'll wait for the morning
To sing of
The fire that's burning
Then I'll wait for the prophets
To lift up
Their eyes to the sun
And what's more
So much more
And what's more
Oh so much more
