all the diamonds in this world that mean anything to me are conjured up by wind and sunlight sparkling on the sea i ran aground in a harbor town lost the taste for being free thank god he sent some gull chased ship to carry me to sea two thousand years and half a world away dying trees still grow greener when you pray silver scales flash bright and fade in reeds along the shore like a pearl in a sea of liquid jade his ship comes shining like a crystal swan in a sky of suns his ship comes shining
['bluegrass', 'bluegrass gospel', 'old-time', 'progressive bluegrass']