Let the river run,

Let all the dreamers

Wake the nation.

Come, the New Jerusalem.

Silver cities rise,

The morning lights

The streets that meet them,

And sirens call them on

With a song.

It's asking for the taking.

Trembling, shaking.

Oh, my heart is aching.

We're coming to the edge,

Running on the water,

Coming through the fog,

Your sons and daughters.

We the great and small

Stand on a star

And blaze a trail of desire

Through the dark'ning dawn.

It's asking for the taking.

Come run with me now,

The sky is the color of blue

You've never even seen

In the eyes of your lover.

Oh, my heart is aching.

We're coming to the edge,

Running on the water,

Coming through the fog,

Your sons and daughters.

It's asking for the taking.

Trembling, shaking.

Oh, my heart is aching.

We're coming to the edge,

Running on the water,

Coming through the fog,

Your sons and daughters.

Let the river run,

Let all the dreamers

Wake the nation.

Come, the New Jerusalem.