In the fields of sweet ambrosia   I've been told   You can sit down by the river   And watch yourself unfold   You can drink right from the river   And purify your soul      Oh ambrosia, pour it sweet and slow   I need to be replenished   I need to overflow   Let my senses know your power      Let your holy mix distill   Oh ambrosia   Let my spirit drink its fill      Oh, I've been like those people   Who need pain to feel alive   But now I'm kind of like a child   Who's been slowly reconciled   To waiting on the wisdom that   He knows will soon arrive      In the hills above ambrosia I have seen   A lovely place of mystery with   Meadows emerald green   And the colors of ambrosia   Are as real as any dream   Just as real as any dream      Oh ambrosia, pour it sweet and slow   I need to be replenished   I need to overflow   Let my senses know your power   Let your holy mix distill   Oh ambrosia   Let my spirit drink its fill