Down a narrow path Where amber sunlight spills Into a meadow fare Sheltered by the hills A sea of golden rings billowing like waves Bow before a bloom as if a sacred place Leaves perfectly made as if carved from jade Frame its petals from below There impurest vines reflect I'm the light A lily of the valley grows
Down a narrow path Where pain and sorrow spill Stabbed once oh fair
His wounds were striped as reeds (And in so ) And mocked this blameless bloom In this cursed pain One perfectly made Pierced by nail and blade Riving as the crimson color flows Buried in the night But with mornings light The lily of the valley rose.
Music video by David Phelps performing The Lily. (C) 2015 Spring House Music Group