The night holds, holds a candle to you
I see you are a hummingbird
Living in the shadows of law
Cleave her to vivid dreams
Picture before you, the living word

He did ascend away to prepare a place
And let the sound together hold you
To the humble he has given grace
And from the proud he hides his face
From the proud he hide his face

Joy has come, it’s risen with the sun
He, the highest on the horizon
Joy has come in the mind that I see
Beautiful the axe that flies at me

In the yard more than forty birds
For to write upon my mind
We fall out into the street
As the last one flies, the last one in kind

On the morning of this second day
An old skin vision of my hope and stay
A flaw in the man, whichever way
Thinking of his color

Joy has come, it’s risen with the sun
He, the highest on the horizon
Joy has come in the mind that I see
Beautiful the axe that flies at me

Joy has come, it rises with the sun
He, the highest on the horizon
Joy has come in the mind that I see
Beautiful the axe that flies at me