Sleepers in the Garden  Chuck Roehm



In a memory of a faded past when rocks were still soft and the air still misty with rebirth
We rode waves of starlight streaming to the Earth, as life sang its welcome song.

Sleepers in the garden, waken to the joy, Join together in the new day.
Raise your spirits high, raise them to the sky, The light of hope is shining in your eyes.


Waves tossed us on the shore, we rode them out again on rhythms of the Sun and the Moon.
We lived in circles of life and love carried us on, as we learned its universal song.

Sleepers in the garden, waken to the joy, Join together in the new day.
Raise your spirits high, raise them to the sky, The light of hope is shining in your eyes.

Celebrate the wonder of a never dying fire kindled in our Soul, it guides our way.
Climb those mountains, see the light of the Sun. Follow the flame that leads us on.

Mountains rise in strength singing softly with the sea, the wind whispers secrets to share.
Trees silently speak in ancient voice, we join their never-ending prayer.

Sleepers in the garden, waken to the joy, join together in the new day.
Raise your spirits high, raise them to the sky, The light of hope is shining in our eyes.
Raise your spirits high, raise them to the sky, The light of hope is shining in our eyes.