We’re tossing pennies in the well,
empty pockets all turned out.
Happy shining blessed are the ones who hunger.
When our poverty is plain,
I’ll try to burn it in my brain
Trace a line around your face to paint a picture.
So further up and further in we have nowhere else to go.
As we plant the seeds of toil and tears
it’s beauty we have sown.
Blessed are the ones,
Oh blessed are the ones,
Blessed are the hungry ones.
Lets build a house with turned out doors,
so we can share what love affords.
Pour ourselves out like a wine that we’ve been saving.
When our well is running dry,
and when we raise our glasses high
and we’re shining on the faces of the thirsty.
So further up and further in we have nowhere else to go.
But you give us seeds of toil and tears
it’s beauty we have sown.
So blessed are the ones,
Oh, blessed are the ones,
Blessed are the thirsty ones.
