Song of Abel

Hmmmmm (hmmmm)

Hmmmmm (hmmmm)

Hmmmmm (hmmmm)

I walk the fields where the lambs still play,

Their voices rise in a gentle tune,

The sun climbs high and the grass is strewn,

With drops of dew that will vanish soon.

Your light will always guide my song,

Your love has held me all along,

Through morning’s warmth and evening’s rest,

I know Your hand has made me blessed.

O brother, why is your heart so torn?

The fields are wide, the day is warm.

Though storms may break upon this land,

I place my life in His good hand.

I lift my gift with a steady hand,

The flock’s firstborn, their finest share,

I bring them forth with a heart in prayer,

For God has breathed on this earth so fair.

Your light will always guide my song,

Your love has held me all along,

Through morning’s warmth and evening’s rest,

I know Your hand has made me blessed.

O brother, why is your heart so torn?

The fields are wide, the day is warm.

Though storms may break upon this land,

I place my life in His good hand.

Hmmmmm (hmmmm)

Hmmmmm (hmmmm)

Hmmmmm (hmmmm)

My brother’s words are a rising flame,

Why do you burn with a wrath so near?

What have I done but to walk sincere,

Why must your voice strike my heart with fear?

The wind grows still, and the earth turns red,

The song of the lambs drifts far away,

My breath is soft, like the break of day,

And into His arms I am gently led.