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)
