Old Lines in the City Street

Old lines in the city street Old lines in the city street Have not been heard for a long, long while Words from a different age Words from a different age You wrought them out of the burning sand Theories are only just Theories are only just But practice will be clear in time You've much to learn, son You've much to learn, son And there is much you'll never know Sarah in gilded halls Sarah in gilded halls Shakes her head and softly smiles She needs no comforting She needs no comforting For she has fought her whole long life In prayer I ask of her In prayer I ask of her To let me feel the spirit as she did I am not born of the soil I am not born of the soil But I'll sing of her all my life