The man who has been sent to us is coming
Nearing now the city’s eastern slopes
The kingdom’s people all start running
To greet the man who brings us renewed hope
In the same way as the trees
My father planted long ago
Proud and noble like this summer’s eve
On which our children’s laughter floats
Until reaching our hero’s ears
And growing into a mad celebration
The man who has been sent to us is with us
Walking through our city’s open gate
We sing of all the things that he will give us
We almost thought it had become too late
He is a man who will not bow
In front of any lord or king
Yet sometimes he will kneel to pick a flower
With a hand he’d never use
To turn another man away
His answers lie in love and not in power
The man who has been sent to us is walking
Along our city’s major thoroughfare
He carries with him neither balm nor tonic
But brings instead a force so clear and rare
And any anger this man has
Is always anger just and pure
Beautiful and youthful as the storm
The truth he brings us is sublime
It is not found in books or church
He brings us understanding of our form
The man who has been sent to us is here now
With us in our Earthly paradise
And all that we have is now eternal
Creation is revealed before our eyes
And those with murder in their hearts
Who in their stifled anger rage
We have driven from our city gates
And now these men are building new barricades