When the frontier blooms, when
The dryland sings, when the wasteland
Wakes with its trembling springs
There's a river running through my bones.
A wildfire mercy lit
Overflows through the dust
And the dew, my soul still breaks through.
The dryland sings, when the wasteland
Wakes with its trembling springs
There's a river running through my bones.
A wildfire mercy lit
Overflows through the dust
And the dew, my soul still breaks through.