There was nothing, nothing left standing
All the people and trees disappeared
In the wrath of the sea.
The night, she crashed all around us
Like the quietest dance, I was locked in my hands
When I heard:
Voices from the top of the mountains,
Voices from the valley below,
I am ready to join them,
I am ready to go.
Now the world outside is just blooming,
Green as the green that was spilled on the hills and the leaves.
Time will come when the water will open,
And the angels will cry just like the time before.
They were voices from the top of the mountains,
They were voices from the valley below,
I am ready to join them,
I am ready to go.