| Maybe I push when | |
| I meant to be still | |
| Maybe I take it all too personal | |
| Jesus, how to reconcile | |
| The joyful noise, the ancient land | |
| The tug from some invisible hand | |
| The dying mother weaving bulrushes along the | |
| NileFloat her basket over the sea | |
| Here on a barren shore we'll be waiting for | |
| A tailwind to carry her orphan's cry | |
| Don't you worry child, | |
| I wrote a lullaby | |
| I try to settle, but | |
| I just pass through | |
| A rain dog, a gypsy, a wandering | |
| JewAll those homes where not ours | |
| Then I slept one night in | |
| Abraham's field | |
| And dreamt there was no moon | |
| The night he died, counting stars, | |
| SelahFloat her basket over the sea | |
| Here on a barren shore we'll be waiting for | |
| A tailwind to carry an orphan's cry | |
| Don't you worry child, | |
| I wrote a lullaby | |
| Building you a home | |
| Building you a home | |
| Building you a home | |
| Building you a home selah | |
| So, float her basket over the sea | |
| Here on a barren shore we'll be waiting for | |
| A tailwind to carry an orphan's cry | |
| Don't you worry child | |
| I wrote a lullaby | |
| Float her basket over the sea | |
| Here on a barren shore we'll be waiting for | |
| A tailwind to bring us your sweet cry | |
| Don't you worry child | |
| I gonna sing you a lullaby |