All The Trees Of The Field Will Clap Their Hands

If I am alive this time next year Will I have arrived in time to share? Mine is about as good this far I'm still applied to what you are And I am joining all my thoughts to you And I'm preparing every part for you I heard from the trees a great parade And I heard from the hills a band was made Will I be invited to the sound? Will I be a part of what you've made? And I am throwing all my thoughts away And I'm destroying every bet I've made And I am joining all my thoughts to you And I'm preparing every part for you