If all that grows Starts to fade, starts to falter Oh let me inside, let me inside not to wake Let all that run Through the fields, through the quiet Go on with their own On with their own hidden ways When all the newness Of gold travels far from Where it had once been Worn like the earth over years And when the acts of man Cause the ground to break open Oh let me inside, let me inside not to wake Great are the sounds of all that live And all that man can hold If all that grows Starts to fade, starts to falter Oh let me inside, let me inside not to wake Great are the sounds of all that live And all that man can hold Great are the sounds of all that live, that live