Elijah
The father puts his son to sleep
The still small voice is the one they keep
And together the whole world can see
That peace runs pure and free
Then the beacon that beamed out from Rome
And crosses waves and overcomes
Is the beacon that shines back to home
From deep unto deep
Behold I come, when the days grow long
And the nights grow dim
Turn your hearts back home
Night is falling here on earth
The son's own life is understood
And people live it constantly
Knowing what they see
The reflection of the father-son
Has found itself in everyone
The world is just the father's own
The house finally made home
Behold I come, when the days grow long
And the lights grow dim
Turn your hearts back home
Behold I come, when the days grow long
And the lights grow dim
Turn your hearts back home
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