Wherein I find it

Call from your deep below

Let it fall away

Strike the truest blow

 

I never dipped a toe

They knew to enter the fray

Call from your deep below

 

The mountainous walk is ever slow

It follows with the morning grey

Strike the truest blow

 

Say the words and break room to grow

Let not your spirit’s breeze sway

Call from your deep below

 

Now, we find, the sweetest lake to row

Its rise and fall sings with the day

Call from your deep below

Strike the truest blow