Lyrics:

Saints and children we have gathered here to hear the sacred storyAnd I'm glad to bring it to you with my best rhyming and rhythm'Cause I know the thirsty listen and down to the waters comeAnd the Holy King of Israel loves me here in AmericaAnd if you listen to my songs I hope you hear the water fallingI hope you feel the oceans crashing on the coast of north New EnglandI wish I could be there just to see them, two summers past I wasAnd the Holy King of Israel loves me here in AmericaAnd if I were a painter I do not know which I'd paintThe calling of the ancient stars or assembling of the saintsAnd there's so much beauty around us for just two eyes to seeBut everywhere I go I'm lookingAnd once I went to Appalachia for my father he was born thereAnd I saw the mountains waking with the innocence of childrenAnd my soul is still there with them wrapped in the songs they broughtAnd the Holy King of Israel loves me here in AmericaAnd I've seen by the highways on a million exit rampsThose two-legged memorials to the laws of happenstanceWaiting for four-wheeled messiahs to take them home againBut I am home anywhere if You are where I amAnd if you listen to my songs I hope you hear the water fallingI hope you feel the oceans crashing on the coast of north New EnglandI wish I could be there just to see them, two summers past I wasAnd the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America