Long After the Gold Rush
Miracles beyond conception coming true
Fulfilling more then we ever knew
Inca Queen in glory, smiling in dance
God gave us a second chance
We came in rags and tatters
It is the heart that matters
Given more then we could conceive
Beyond blessing to believe
The clown in a permanent smile
And we laughed for a while
We were headed for a new home
And we rejoiced in style
We were headed for a new home
Something we have never known
I was sitting on a pure golden throne
The sun is the moon in disguise
I was coping hoping for demotion
When I understood reality is full of lies
There was an angel whispering in my ear
Heaven it was never so near
And my dream so crystal clear
I was thinking about what a friend had said
He was not a friend at all
I was thinking about what a friend had said
So many issues I could not recall
I thought on the days of our landing
How joy exalted our spirit so high
We thought we had understanding
And a love and wisdom none could deny
Life itself kissed us in romance
God gave us a second chance
We came in rags and tatters
It is the heart that matters
Given more then we could conceive
Beyond blessings to believe
And we cried for a while
Living in our brand new home
It was then we became aware
We couldn’t do it here if we didn’t do it there
Such sorrow had never been known
The tears washed the makeup off the clown’s face
We looked and it was not the look of grace
When can we really go home?
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