Rivers and stones and the trees of the field, they sing in the night And a thousand tongues lay deep in your lungs to raise to the sky don't lie to yourself, o my soul?love your God.
Deep in your heart you feather and tar your folly and fear: expose them for the fools they are, and the world comes clear. Don't lie to yourself, o my soul?love your God.
Your worries will never love you They'll leave you all alone But your God will not forsake you O my soul.
