The Wild
We saw birth and death
Can't we be still
What makes you kind
From where comes your sparkling mind
Was it under the earth?
Tied up in a knot
Which I forgot you were ever there
Do not be afraid
Do not be afraid
What’s that I see?
I think it's the wild
Puts the fear of God in me
And was there a grudge
Up from the dust
Inconceivable lie
What's that I see?
I think it’s the wild
Puts the fear of God in me
Writer/s: Benjiamin Walter David Lovett, Edward James Milton Dwane, Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford, Winston Aubrey Aladar Marshall
