THIRD SONG

Spirit of God in the clear running water
Blowing to greatness the trees on the hill
Spirit of god in the finger of morning
Fill the earth, bring it to birth
And blow where you will
Blow, blow, blow till I be
But breath of spirit blowing in me

Spirit of God every man’s heart is lonely
Watching and waiting and hungry until
Spirit of god man longs that you only
Fill the earth, bring it to birth
And blow where you will
Blow, blow, blow till I be
But breath of spirit blowing in me