Text: David Wilcox. In This Stream.

Sacred, secret forest
Where the breeze smells sweet
Grateful to awaken from
A deep sleep, dreaming of
The river we have known

And the River flows downstream
'Course it does
That River knows our dreams
Clear as God, this river we have seen
Just droplets of, but here
The drops converge in this stream

The gateway is that pathway
Where the weeds grow high
Lately I've been thirsty
But I fly by driving 'til
The teardrops all run dry

And the River flows downstream
'Course it does
That River knows our dreams
Clear as God, this river we have seen
Just droplets of, but here
The drops converge in this stream

Deeper, I remember
Down this dream-worn path
Steeper 'til we're laughing
As we slide fast, splashing in
The wonder of this love

And the River flows downstream
'Course it does
That River knows our dreams
Clear as God, this river we have seen
Just droplets of, but here
The drops converge in this stream