The Sacred & the Profane

Whether I’m wrong or whether I’m right
Pushing that rock or playing it tight
Whether that moon come out tonight
I won’t worry me to turn off the light
I’m gonna
Blessin' my soul
My garden will grow
Out of the flames
The sacred and the profane
Whether I sink, whether I float
I’m gonna build myself a boat
I will rise when I am tired
I’m gonna work even if I get fired
I’m gonna
Blessin' my soul
My garden will grow
Out of the flames
The sacred and the profane
Even if the groom is dying, you know
These spirits are alive and they’re cruel, you know
Like the snow and the crow and the sky
The sky full of fire
that man
If I am blind or if I can see
Whether things’re bad or they are good
I’m gonna trust anything that I should
I’m gonna
My garden will grow
My garden will grow
Blessin' my soul
I’m gonna
Out of the flames
The sacred and the profane