- Spirit of God in the clear running waters,
Blowing to greatness the trees on the hill,
Spirit of God in the finger of morning,
Refrain:
Fill the earth, bring it to birth and blow where you will,
Blow, blow, blow, till I be, but breath of the Spirit blowing in me.
- I saw the scar of a year that lay dying,
Hear the lament of a lone whip-poor-will,
Spirit of God, see that cloud crying,