Heat haze rising
On hell's own hill
To wake up this morning
Was an act of will
You walk through the night
To get here today
To bring your children
To give them away
Oh... oh this cruel sun
Is daylight never done
Cruelty just begun
To make a shadow of everyone
And if the rain came
And if the rain came now
Souls bent over without a breeze
Blankets on burning trees
I'm sick without disease
Nobility on it's knees
And if the rain came
And if the rain came now
Would it wash us all away
On a wave of sorrow
Away
On a wave of sorrow
Where now the holy cities?
Where all the ancient holy scrolls?
Where now Emperor Menelik?
And the Queen of Sheba's gold
You're my bride, you wear her crown
And on your finger a precious stone
Has every good thing now been sold
Son, of shepherd boy, now king
What wisdom can you bring?
What lyric could you sing?
Where is the music of the Seraphim?
And if the rain came
And if the rain came now
Would it wash us all away
On a wave of sorrow
Away
A wave of sorrow
Away
Blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirt
For they shall inherit what's left of the earth
Blessed are the kings who have left their thrones
They are blessed in this valley of dry bones
Blessed all of you with an empty heart
For you have nothing
From which you should cannot part
Blessed is the ego
If it's all we got this hour
Blessed is the voice that speaks truth to power
Blessed is the sex worker's
Body sold tonight
She works for what she's got
To save her children's life
Blessed are the deaf who cannot hear a scream
Blessed are the stupid who can dream
Blessed are the tin canned cardboard slums
And blessed is the spirit that overcomes
Writer(s): Dave Evans, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Paul David Hewson
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