This Golden Land by Indio (Gordon Peterson) Lyrics

It was just as it was written
When we found our angel
Beating like an ember on the fire
There was a calmness
Green as a pasture
That stayed the vicious and the wanton

Light on the water
Light on the water
Light on the water
Light on the water

But just like the fable of that
Old river rising
We built no boat for this water

And we danced to the heavens
Bore fruit to the sky
All for a painful genuflection
For the hand that brought the mеrcy
Took the water and burned thе well
So we wait for
This golden land
To come again

All before the mercy chair
Before the rifle or the greed
Before the violence
Or the endless ways of slaughter
There was a sound of reason here
That fed the hungry
And clothed the naked
I felt the healing waters flow
We kissed the sleeping heads
Of the birds, fish, and buffalo

And we wait for that water
And pray for that flame
And when that great flood had ended
Then we praised the swollen river
The fire all through the hills

And we wait for this golden land
To burn again

How, how can you swallow an endless sky
With this passive devotion
We must have drank the river dry
And how can you take what is given
And how can the hand that brings the mercy
Take the water and burn the well
And let us wait for
This golden land

If we praise the swollen river
Fire all through the hills
Will we wait for
This golden land