The Fullness of Time

Like succulent peaches ripen on the tree So is my heart aching for thee Like mouthwatering grapes hanging from the vine I can now confirm that you are mine The story of the lonely soldier walking on the road With his boots around his neck and a pistol hidden in his chest Knew that the war was over but he had to cross over And so he kept marching on singing his freedom song Like fountain of the morning with shadows bending its wing In the garden of hope sweet melody sings And morning burst into flame And the people rise to their feet again. The fullness of time is divine