Bring my lobe down,
Down onto that ground,
One can hear the sound
Of the grand and new,
The highest days
The Spirit gains,
I hear complains
We can't see how.
The Spirit gains
Yet Bro maintains
This country's goin' down
But my Maker sustains.
It's your view of this evening
I say it's clearer than ever.
It's the birthpangs of a
Grand ol' new age
Bring my lobe down,
Down to the ground
One can hear the sound
Of the grand and new,
The highest days
The Spirit gains.
Sis' maintains
Our kids can't know.
The Spirit gains
We all complain
Take me home.
I can't go on.
I'm weak and worn.
I say Carry me on.