maybe I push when I'm meant to be still
Jesus, how to reconcile
maybe I take it all to personal
the joyful noise
the ancient land
the dying mother weaving bulrushes
the tug from some invisible hand
along the Nile
float her basket over the sea a tailwind to carry her (an) orphan's cry
Chorus
here on a barren shore
we'll be waiting for
I wrote a lullaby don't you worry, child
I try to settle, but I just pass through
a rain dog, gypsy
all those homes were not ours
a wandering Jew
in Abraham's field
and dreamt there was no moon
then I slept one night
the night he died
counting stars
Selah Bridge
building you a home
building you a home
building you a home
Selah
we're building you a home float her basket over the sea
here on a barren shore
we'll be waiting for
a tailwind to bring us your sweet cry
don't you worry, child
I'm gonna sing you a lullaby.
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