Newboys - The orphan

Maybe I push when I'm meant to be stillmaybe I take it all to personal Jesus, how to reconcilethe joyful noisethe ancient landthe tug from some invisible handthe dying mother weaving bulrushesalong the Nile Chorus Float her basket over the seahere on a barren shorewe'll be waiting fora tailwind to carry her (an) orphan's crydon't you worry, child I wrote a lullaby I try to settle, but I just pass througha rain dog, gypsya wandering Jewall those homes were not oursthen I slept one nightin Abraham's fieldand dreamt there was no moonthe night he diedcounting stars Selah- Chorus -Bridge Building you a homebuilding you a homebuilding you a homewe're building you a home Selah- Chorus -Float her basket over the seahere on a barren shore we'll be waiting fora tailwind to bring us your sweet crydon't you worry, child I'm gonna sing you a lullaby