Village of the King
We grew up together
In the shadow of the hills
In the barren hollow just above the plain
Where the travelers and the searchers
On the road to somewhere else
Washed all their toil away when it rained
And they sang
All the songs from long ago
And they sang
Simple words of hope and faith
And they sang
Of a love that frees the soul
And they sang
His father made the furtiture
His mother made the meals
And shared with us the beauty of the spring
She told us olden stories
And smiled when we played
Growing up in the village of the king
And she sang
All the songs from long ago
And she sang
Simple words of hope and faith
And she sang
Of a love that frees the soul
And she sang
I was drawn to His manner
His kind and gental ways
And His words felt like thunder to my soul
Now I wait to see again
The hands I held as a child
Together in the village of the king.
And we'll sing
All the songs from long ago
And we'll sing
Simple words of hope and faith
And we'll sing
Of a love that frees the soul
And we'll sing...
...And we'll sing |