When You Say Thy Grace

Beyond a wounded battlefield, The trumpet said unto the hill, Listen to the daffodils Listen to the daffodils “The fist of mars redeem thy space From mortal men of the human race There is a time, and there is a place, When you must to say thy grace; Unfolded wings to take flight, up towards heaven, or When you walk in the valley of death Say thy grace, removing fear and removing hate Say thy grace, ending hunger and ending pain Say thy grace, and shed thy tears Say thy grace, but deliver us from evil, When the peace train comes home, again”