oratorio

out of the primal light a sort of lie

to comfort hearts and eyes that can't see plain

that healing fire comes swiftly from the sky

 

no time to count the words that have gone by

or say the ocean will return as rain

out of the primal light a sort of lie

 

to take our minds away from the long sigh

of every child at the departing wain

that healing fire comes swiftly from the sky

 

is what we're told though not shown to the eye

it is no matter for our thought's disdain

out of the primal light a sort of lie

 

to ease the soul and make each spirit spy

with passing time and each losing campaign

that healing fire comes swiftly from the sky

 

to seal each bond and sanctify each tie

made in our despite and to ease our pain

out of the primal light a sort of lie

that healing fire comes swiftly from the sky