Spirit of God in the clear running water
Blowing to greatness the trees on the
Hill
Spirit of God in the finger of water

Fill the Earth, bring it to birth
And blow where you will, blow, blow
Blow till I be but the breath of the
Spirit blowing in me

Dawn in the meadows the willows are
Moaning
Sheep in the pastureland cannot lie still
Spirit of God, creation is groaning

I saw the scar of a year that lay dying
Heard the lament of a lone whippoorwill
Spirit of God, see that cloud crying

Spirit of God every man's heart is lonely
Watching and waiting and hungry until
Spirit of God, man longs that you only

Fill the Earth, bring it to birth
And blow where you will, blow, blow
Blow till I be but the breath of the
Spirit blowing in me