Let the river run

We’re coming to the edge,Running on the water,Coming through the fog,Your sons and daughters. Let the river run,Let all the dreamersWake the nation.Come, the New Jerusalem. Silver cities rise,The morning lightsThe streets that meet them,And sirens call them onWith a song. It’s asking for the taking.Trembling, shaking.Oh, my heart is aching. We’re coming to the ...