Up on the hill just a boy and his feet
Singing I have no one to care for, no one to need
And only when running am I ever free
I'll fly to the moon and I'll never return
There I can rest as I watch the world turn
I've seen nothing beautiful grow in the Earth
But blessed boy I've heard your voice and I know they've done you wrong
In between your fitful dreams will you learn you do belong
Blessed boy
It was a yellow rose that first heard his tune
She said it takes more than moonlight to cause you to bloom
Come to the garden there's plenty of room
For a blessed boy I've heard your voice and I know they've done you wrong
In between your fitful dreams will you learn you do belong
Blessed boy
He planted a seed, he was hoping for fruit
He got caught up with weeds too deep to unroot
He felt cheated by soil that wouldn't produce
But up from behind him the orchard had grown
And shaded his back as he'd weeded and sown
More fruit than he ever could eat on his own
While that yellow rose sang see you're never alone
For blessed boy we've heard your voice and we know they've done you wrong
In between your fitful dreams did you learn you do belong
Blessed boy
Blessed boy