Again tonight I sang a song, a prayer if you will
Fell to the floor on blackened knees, and all the trees fell still
Press my hands between my thighs, and pour the fissile milk
Begged the thunder bolts to strike and mark me as alive

All the lilies on the hill
All the lilies on the hill
All the lilies on the hill
Scented the light

And so I finished up my prayer, rose slowly and I stared
But I was empty as a grave and ghost-less was the end
Laid back to bed and dug my eyes and searched those frivolous skies
Again begged the thunder bolt to strike to mark me or else I will die

All the lilies on the hill
All the lilies on the hill
All the lilies on the hill
Scented the night

And in the seconds before I sleep
And in the second before I sleep
Did I believe what I did see?
Did I believe what came to me?

Appeared a figure of a man, waving upon the hill
To the window I ran and saw what he had sent
Children of a private world, to be conceived in milk
Hundred marching to my door all bringing dreams to drink

Thank God I'm alive!
Thank God I'm alive!

All the lilies on the hill
All the lilies on the hill
All the lilies on the hill
Scented the night