Easter

Now the Green Blade Rises

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Now the green blade rises from the burried grain,

Wheat that in the dark earth many days has lain;

Love lives again, that with the dead has been:

Love is come again like wheat arising green.

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In the grave they laid him, love by hatred slain,

Thinking that he'd never, never wake again;

Raised from the dead, my living Lord is seen:

Love is come again like wheat arising green.

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When our hearts are wintry, grieving or in pain,

Your touch can call us back to life again;

Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:

Love is come again like wheat arising green.

(Click here for a nice version by the Smoke Fairies)