Let my life be a reflection
Of the love that you have shown
Let your love be my direction
And my heart be your home
Until the trumpet sounds and the heavens part
Til the moon is red and the sky is dark
Til the heavens shake and the mountains quake
And the stones cry out your name
Till the hills are sweet and filled with cream
And 'til young ones see and the old ones dream
The angel flies, the sleeping rise,
and the mysteries are plain
Of the love that you have shown
Let your love be my direction
And my heart be your home
Until the trumpet sounds and the heavens part
Til the moon is red and the sky is dark
Til the heavens shake and the mountains quake
And the stones cry out your name
Till the hills are sweet and filled with cream
And 'til young ones see and the old ones dream
The angel flies, the sleeping rise,
and the mysteries are plain