^FmCome wayward souls That ^Cwander through the ^Fmdarkness There is a ^Dblight for the ^Ablost and the ^Cmeek

^FmSorrow and fear are ^Ceasily ^Fmforgotten When you subm^Dbit to the s^Coil of the ^Fmearth

^DbGrow tiny ^Abseed You are ^Ebcalled to the ^Abtrees

^FmRise 'Til your l^Bmeaves fill the ^Fmsky Until your ^Csi -i^C7ghs Fill the ^Bb7air in the n^Cight

^DbLift your mighty l^Abimbs And give p^Ebraise to the ^Fmfire