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Let the rivers run
Let all the dreamers wake the nation
Come, the new Jerusalem

Silver cities rise
The morning lights, the streets that meet them
Sirens call them on with a song

It's asking for the taking
Trembling, shaking
Oh, my heart is aching
Coming to the edge, running on the water
Coming through the fog, your sons and daughters

Sing the greatest song
Stand on a star
And blaze a trail of desire
Through the darkening dawn

Oh, it's asking for the taking
Come run with me now
The sky is the color of blue
You've never ever seen
In the the eyes of your lover
My heart is aching
Coming to the edge, running on the water
Coming through the fog, your sons and daughters

Oh, so sing the greatest song
Stand on a star
And blaze a trail of desire
Through the darkening dawn

Oh, it's asking for the taking
Trembling, shaking
Oh, my heart is aching
Coming to the edge, running on the water
Coming through the fog, your sons and daughters

Oh, so let the rivers run
Let all the dreamers wake the nation
Come, the new Jerusalem

Let the rivers run
Let all the dreamers wake the nation
Come, the new Jerusalem
Let the rivers run   Let all the dreamers wake the nation   Come, the new Jerusalem      Silver cities rise   The morning lights, the streets that meet them   Sirens call them on with a song      It's asking for the taking   Trembling, shaking   Oh, my heart is aching   Coming to the edge, running on the water   Coming through the fog, your sons and daughters      Sing the greatest song   Stand on a star   And blaze a trail of desire   Through the darkening dawn      Oh, it's asking for the taking   Come run with me now   The sky is the color of blue   You've never ever seen   In the the eyes of your lover   My heart is aching   Coming to the edge, running on the water   Coming through the fog, your sons and daughters      Oh, so sing the greatest song   Stand on a star   And blaze a trail of desire   Through the darkening dawn      Oh, it's asking for the taking   Trembling, shaking   Oh, my heart is aching   Coming to the edge, running on the water   Coming through the fog, your sons and daughters      Oh, so let the rivers run   Let all the dreamers wake the nation   Come, the new Jerusalem      Let the rivers run   Let all the dreamers wake the nation   Come, the new Jerusalem