out of the primal light a sort of lie
to comfort hearts and eyes that can't see plain
that healing fire comes swiftly from the sky
no time to count the words that have gone by
or say the ocean will return as rain
out of the primal light a sort of lie
to take our minds away from the long sigh
of every child at the departing wain
that healing fire comes swiftly from the sky
is what we're told though not shown to the eye
it is no matter for our thought's disdain
out of the primal light a sort of lie
to ease the soul and make each spirit spy
with passing time and each losing campaign
that healing fire comes swiftly from the sky
to seal each bond and sanctify each tie
made in our despite and to ease our pain
out of the primal light a sort of lie
that healing fire comes swiftly from the sky