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There, on a lonely desert hilltop

 The pilgrims huddle closer

 Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine

 The arc of space and time

 Truth, oh, the truth is never clear

 Perhaps again next year

 The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun

 One day you'll come

 In my heart I reach you

 In my heart I reach out to you

 In my heart I touch the face of god

 In my dreams somehow...

 In my heart I reach you

 In my heart I reach out to you

 In my heart I touch the face of god

 It's all a dream...

 In my heart I reach you

 In my heart I reach out to you

 In my heart I touch the face of god

 It's all a dream, somehow...

 Truth, oh, the truth is never clear

 Perhaps again next year

 The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun

 One day you'll come