| Gathering over the ancient well
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| The seeds of hope scattered like leaves on autumn winds
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| Calling from worlds where the spirits dwell
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| Trust the Sight, search for the answers deep within
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| Look now into the sacred water
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| Bring forth the omens from the night
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| Reveal an ancient world of wonder
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| The coming of the King
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| An answer in sight
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| (Lead: Farmer)
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| Our kingdom will finally stand as one
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| The path is set, it is your fate, don’t turn astray
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| Visions, portents of things to come
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| The future calls, but know that the past still holds its sway
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| (Verse leads: Farmer)
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| Yield not to silent contemplation
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| Reality obscures the dream
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| These hopes can turn to desperation
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| If we do not realise the truth is not what it seems
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| I am the whispering on the wind
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| I am the songs they’ll sing to mark this day
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| A shadow of all that the future may bring
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| I am the spirit of this land
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| Breaking the chains that keep us locked away
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| For I am the once and future king
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| (end chorus)
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| (Solos: McNeill 2:37−42, Farmer 2:42−47, McNeill 2:47−52, Farmer 2:52−57,
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| McNeill 2:57—3:02, Farmer 3:02−16)
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| Bring me the magic of the lake
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| The sword and the cross will help me lead the way
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| (Reprise chorus x2) |