Текст песни The King

The soft blush of evening Returns to the folded hills The sky rains magenta In praise of the shepherd's skills The lion lies down beside the lamb At peace in the holy ground. The King is returning And those that were lost are found. The old moon is resting She sleeps in the new moon's arms The love of a mother Eclipsed by her daughter's charms The robin bares his wounded breast And sings with a joyful sound. The glory of Heaven Explodes in the rising sun The long wait is over The new reign just begun The ransom of the holly bush Was paid when the King was crowned. A symphony of harmonies In one triumphant sound.