August Rush

The sun grew up to someone’s sow

From hollow hoe of hefty row

Come take me home

From sorrow’s fold

Down here I see

The misty air

The shallow hold

Of sketchy fair

Lord help me go

Through this tough square

Come lead me through to One’s true fair

Let me see, the bright sun’s shine

Of brightly shine

Of unseen hope thy

Shine o shine

My heart will shine

Day bright thy shine

Warmth right warm time.