What relief! 
To be among men used 
To deeper wonders than the waves 
Men too proud to mend their ways 
What relief! 
To be among men 
Who swore never to stumble 
Never to tire, never to waste their 
Time by preaching to the choir 
But to take this longing 
Onto the streets 
For that is where dissent 
And disloyalty shall meet 
For that is where beauty 
And necessity shall meet 
Now, I have many friends 
Like you can't count the wheat 
And many are those who shared their bread
Along the river aeeth 
And we all shared shelter, 
Danger and wine too 
To join in this bloodless birth of hope 
For we find neither dignity 
Nor comfort in rest like you 
And as they threw open their orchards 
I found you there 
Between two rows of tenderness 
And two rows of despair 
And as they threw open their orchards 
I found you there 
Between two rows of tenderness 
And two rows of despair