Let It Grow [Live at JFK Stadium, Philadelphia, PA, July 7, 1989]

Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door
See the sun sparkle in the reeds, silver beads pass into the sea
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter
She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water
And she bears it away with a love the river has taught her
Let it flow, let it flow, wide and clеar

Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowеd field
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring
Black dirt live again, live again

The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his days measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield

What shall we say, shall we call it by name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky from which it came
And the name is on the earth that takes it in
Will not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shout
I am, I am, I am, I am

[Instrumental Bridge]

So it goes, we make what we made since the world began
Nothing more, the love of the women, work of man
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down, as we rise and fall
As we rise and fall

[Instrumental Bridge]

What shall we say or shall we call it by name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky from which it came
Well the name is on the earth that takes it in
Will not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shout
I am, I am, I am, I am

[Instrumental Outro]