Let It Grow Lyrics

Let It Grow lyrics

Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,

Lightly sung, her
song is the latch on the morning's door.

See the sun sparkle in the
reeds, silver beads, pass into the sea.



She comes from a town
where they call her the woodcutter's daughter,

She's brown as the bank
where she kneels down to gather her water, and

She bears it away with a
love that the river has taught her.



Let it flow, greatly grow,
wide and clear.



Round and round, the cut of the plow in the
furrowed field,

Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley
meal,

Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring,

Black dirt
live again!

The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing,

As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing

That the work
of his day measures more than the planting and growing



Let it
grow, let it grow, greatly yield.



What shall we say, shall we call
it by a name,

As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.

Water
bright as the sky from which it came,

And the name is on the earth that
takes it in.

We will not speak but stand inside the rain,

And
listen to the thunder shouting "i am! I am! I am! I am."



Nothin' more, the love of the women, work of men.

Seasons round,
creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall.