Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the new Jerusalem.

Silver cities rise,
The morning lights,
The streets there meet them,
And sirens call them on with a song.

It’s asking for the taking,
Trembling, shaking.
Ah, my heart is aching.

We’re 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 dark near dawn.

It’s asking for the taking.
Come run with me now,
The sky is the color of blue;

You’ve never even seen
In the eyes of a lover.
My heart is aching.

We’re coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

It’s asking for the taking,
Trembling, shaking.
Ah, my heart is aching.

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 dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the new Jerusalem.