Aah, aah Aah, aah Aah, aah Aah I wake, I wake from my sleeping And I must have slept for many years 'Cause all around me is weeping And gone, are all happy cheers Their hands, their hands they are crippled From clasping what they thought was theirs Too numb to feel God's breath ripple The blank surface of one thousand tears That was when my country died And blind, and blind they'll be seeking To find, to find what they forgot I see them walking in circles Being something that they are not That was when my country died (I wake, I wake from my sleeping) (And I am free but I still hide) I wake, I wake from my sleeping And I am free but I still hide 'Cause when the prophets stopped speaking That was when my country died