Verse 1: A virgin land, Her branches are barren. A wind will ride on a natural canopy, With flowers and thorns, Scattered across dark lands Clad in beds of wild seeds, Pollen traps and baits will lie in wait. Verse 2: Swallows in the mountains and valleys, Their roots sunk into the earth, Filled with blessings from the waters of the hidden land, And from the waters of the sweet kingdom of heaven. Chorus: Like the night sky, Births are born and sprouting, And erect, with blossoms and crowns. Distant and hidden, Painted in their many hues, Our world, the wildflowers. Chorus circular: Like the night sky, Births are born and sprouting, And erect, with blossoms and crowns. Distant and hidden, Painted in their many hues, Our world, the wildflowers.
