Jacob's heart bent with fear   Like a bow with death for its arrow   In Vain he search for the final truth   To set his soul free of doubt      Over the mountains he walked   With his head bent searching for reasons   Then he called out to God   For help and climbed to the top of a hill      Wind swept the sunlight through the wheat fields   In the orchard the nightingale sang   While the plums that she broke with her brown beak   Tomorrow would turn in to songs      Then she flew up through the rain   With the sun silver bright on her feathers   Jacob put back his frowns and sighed and walked   Back down the hill      God doesn't answer me and   He never will