Cried the heart of the lamb.
Arise, arise my Heart.
Arise, arise my Heart.
Oh! Oh! America -
God has shed His Grace on thee.
And we waste it like we do the water.
And we waste it like we do the water.
Arise, arise my Heart!
Arise, arise my Heart!
The Teepees are Dark and the Hoop has been Broken,
The Valleys are Dry and the Mountains are Smoking -
From high in the Mesas the Word will be spoken.
And Oh the Sound of Thunder,
Oh! What Glorious Sound.
The Light will break and the Water will run down,
The Land will open, and the Lord will abound,
For all who are lost, there's still time to be found,
And Oh the Sound of Thunder,
Oh! What Glorious Sound.
The Shepherds are tired and the sheep they are weak,
The Wolves they are rampant, their pleasure to seek
And Who from amongst us will rise up to speak?
And Oh the Sound of Thunder,
Oh! What Glorious Sound.
The Sky will tremble, and the Earth will be shaken,
The Daughter of God, her hand will be taken,
The Children of Slumber will soon be awakened.
And Oh the Sound of Thunder,
Oh! What Glorious Sound.
When will the Earth be young again? -
No more Abel, no more Cain:
Only the Finest will remain -
And Oh the Sound of Thunder,
Oh! What Glorious Sound.
Oh - Oh Parvardigar, Oh my Lord how high You are:
Please be my Sun Dance and my Evening Star:
You are the Sound of Thunder:
Oh! What Glorious Sound.
Wakin, Wakin, Wakin Wakantanka
Oh my Only Love.

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