From apple trees to wardrobes
The Shire lands to Mordor
A wood in which worlds might exist
Mythology is calling me
Louder than reality
Telling me to hear what it says
Tears fall down as lions speak
The Spirit overwhelming me
Here I find truth in your mane
Father you're welcome to speak
The truth in your way
If creation took much longer
Than a few days on the calendar
It doesn't make you less of my God
If the flood was not as high
As the mountain peaks and sky
I'd rather that you say that it was
If rain is not from crystal seas
I've not lost my theology
I like the story better in grey
Father you're welcome to speak
The truth in your way
Tears fall down as lions speak
The Spirit overwhelming me
Here I find truth in your mane
Father you're welcome to speak
The truth in your way