Letra de All The Trees Of The Field Will Clap Their Hands

If I am alive this time next year, will I haved arrived in time to share? Mine is about as good this far. I'm still applied to what you are. And I am joining all my thoughts to you. And I'm preparing every part for you. I heard from the trees a great parade. And I heard from the hills a band was made. Will I be invited to the sound? Will I be a part of what you've made? And I am throwing all my thoughts away. And I'm destroying every bet I've made. And I am joining all my thoughts to you. And I'm preparing every part for you.