Let It Grow - Live at Hampton Coliseum, Hampton, VA, March 27, 1988

Let it Grow
 Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore
 Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door (note 1)
 See the sun sparkle in the reeds; silver beads pass into the sea
 She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter
 She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water
 And she bears it away with a love that the river has taught her
 Let it flow, greatly flow, wide and clear
 Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field
 Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal (note 2)
 Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring; black dirt live again
 The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing
 As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
 That the work of his days measures more than the planting and growing
 Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield (note 3)
 What shall we say, shall we call it by a name
 As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
 Water bright as the sky from which it came
 And the name is on the earth that takes it in
 We will not speak but stand inside the rain
 And listen to the thunder shout
 I am, I am, I am, I am
 So it goes, we make what we made since the world began
 Nothing more, the love of the women, work of men
 Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down, as we rise and fall