All the wandering sheep will be found
And the mountains will tumble away
And the dreamers that fly, they’ll return to the ground
As the sorrow returns
The colors will stray
And the sheep, that were found will go sailing away
And she opened her eyes to the One
And He shined her with all of His glory
And the music above, was a children’s choir
As the old man was snoring
The orchestra roared
(Ah a-h, a-ah a-ah ah)
(Ah ah ah a-ah ah ah)
(Ah a-h, a-ah a-ah ah)
And they bowed to the throne, as if love was a sword
(Ah, ah, ah a-ah ah)
(Ah a-ah ah a-ah)
And they bowed to the throne, as if love was a sword
(Ah, ah, ah a-ah ah)
(Ah a-ah ah a-ah)
And they bowed to the throne, as if love was a sword
(Ah, ah, ah a-ah ah)
And they bowed to the throne, as if love was a sword
(Ah, ah, ah a-ah ah)
(Ah a-ah ah a-ah)
(Ah a-ah ah a-ah)
(Ah, ah, ah a-ah ah)
(Ah a-ah ah a-ah)
(Ah, ah, ah a-ah ah)
(Ah a-ah ah a-ah)
