《Let It Grow(Live at JFK Stadium， Philadelphia， PA， July 7， 1989)》歌词

[00:00:27] Morning comes she follows the path to the river shore

[00:00:34] Lightly sung her song is the latch on the mornings door

[00:00:39] See the sun sparkle in the reeds silver beads pass into the sea

[00:00:49] She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutters daughter

[00:00:56] She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water and

[00:01:03] She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her

[00:01:08] Let it flow greatly grow wide and clear

[00:01:19] Round and round the cut of the plow in the furrowed field

[00:01:26] Seasons round the bushels of corn and the barley meal

[00:01:30] Broken ground open and beckoning to the spring

[00:01:36] Black dirt live again

[00:01:41] The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing

[00:01:47] As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing

[00:01:54] That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing

[00:01:59] Let it grow let it grow greatly yield

[00:02:10] What shall we say shall we call it by a name

[00:02:14] As well to count the angels dancing on a pin

[00:02:17] Water bright as the sky from which it came

[00:02:21] And the name is on the earth that takes it in

[00:02:24] We will not speak but stand inside the rain

[00:02:28] And listen to the thunder shouting I am I am I am I am

[00:03:36] Nothin more the love of the women work of men

[00:10:07] Seasons round creatures great and small up and down as we rise and fall