It springs forth, like sap from the maple tree. Like atonement cascades blood red down the bark to the rushing stream. And I was so young when I first saw the fruit of the canopy. The orchard I’ve planted I pray it grows mercy and peace. Your banner over me is love. Like a flood, let it wash over us! When we get there, strip me (strip me), strip the trees bare. Adorn us with the garments (garments) we were made to wear. It’s obvious we’ve never belonged here. We’ve always existed some place between where the ground meets the air. Your banner over me is love. Your banner is love. Your banner over me is love. Like a flood, let it wash over us. And a river runs in the desert, but I never felt its presence. A tree stood tall in the desert, but I only saw its surface. And a river runs in the desert, and I will live within its presence. And that tree stands tall in the desert, and I hope to God I see the fruits of harvest. And a river flows in the desert, but I never felt its presence. And a tree stood tall in the desert, but I only saw its surface. The future bursts into the present, I feel the ground and its marriage to heaven. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.... Your banner over me, Your banner over us, let it wash over us, Your banner is love! Your banner over me, Your banner over us, Your banner is love! Your banner is love!