C5 A whistling girl Among his flock of sheep In a flow of words Lay breathing backward rest assured Of Elijah and God's birds It will fall to us It will fall to us Inside the home the folk pine grow Where hearts are fire sparks are thrown It is all that glitters This terrible weakness C5 It falls to us It falls to us F5 Ab5 C5 From his holy hill C5 And it falls to us Yes it falls to us F5 Ab5 C5 By his perfect will F5 Ab5 C5 Through the open windows of the soul tonight F5 Ab5 C5 His yoke is easy and his burden light F5 Ab5 C5 Kiss the sun lest he be angry Ab5 And you perish in the way C5 The rivers of the sky are dry And rolled up like a scroll Down below we tend to the forgetting Forgetting what we know The sun slips from your shoulder As you enter in the wood Without thought of thorns Without thought of thorns C5 It falls to us It falls to us F5 Ab5 C5 From his holy hill C5 And it falls to us Yes it falls to us F5 Ab5 C5 By his perfect will F5 Ab5 C5 Through the open windows of the soul tonight F5 Ab5 C5 His yoke is easy and his burden light F5 Ab5 C5 Kiss the sun lest he be angry Ab5 And you perish in the way