lyrics
Olive tree of green,
Roots into the stream,
A year of lean, with no fear in me,
And fruit not ceasing,
The crimson colored sin,
And same cloak given,
No charge has been, found against him,
And soon seen living,
Nobody knows, they day or hour,
Up from the ground,
like a seed sprung flower,
Planted weak, raised powerful,
Moon of bloody red,
Hanging over head,
Faith to whom live by believing,
And signs yet reading,
Hues of kingdom come,
Radiance like the sun,
Dark is done, all are one,
The finish just begun,
Nobody knows, they day or hour,
Up from the ground,
like a seed sprung flower,
Planted weak, raised powerful,
I want to be,
In a world that’s free of fear,
Without the coin,
Or the calendar to tear,
Where good is good,
And nothing else exists,
No Jew or Greek,
Or tribalism left,
With no history of hate,
I wanna trade in the night for the day.
credits
released November 3, 2021
Lyrics, arrangement, guitars, lead vocals, banjo, synthesizer, & organ - Patrick Foster
Vocal Harmonies - Markus Hoyer
Drums & Bass - William Lukensmeyer
Recorded in Cashmere, Wa
Mixed & Mastered by Brandon Bush, Sound Media Productions, Kailua-Kona, HI
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