Lyrics:

Bring my lobe down,
Down onto that ground,
One can hear the sound
Of the grand and new,
The highest days
The Spirit gains,
I hear complains
"We can't see how."
The Spirit gains
Yet Bro maintains
"This country's goin' down"
But my Maker sustains.
It's your view of this evening
I say it's clearer than ever.
It's the birthpangs of a
Grand ol' new age

Bring my lobe down,
Down to the ground
One can hear the sound
Of the grand and new,
The highest days
The Spirit gains.
Sis' maintains
"Our kids can't know."
The Spirit gains
We all complain
"Take me home."
"I can't go on."
"I'm weak and worn."
I say "Carry me on."