Lyrics

Has our journey ended?
Staff is laid to ground
Good lord grants us vision
Holy thorn rises from the ground
Just to assure we are right where we need to be

Here shall out burden rest
on consecrated land
Far from old Jerusalem

Where else but Avalon could the cup of endless life be laid

Let us build our house here of wattle and daub for the sons of man

Let the spring run red
Let the blood of an old friend remind us of the truth we have lived