In the winter of our discontent In the ruins of our monuments An ancient light appearing Into every deadly plot we've laid Into all our bitterness and hate A kindness ever nearing Over every war we've ever waged Over every prophet we have slain A peace past understanding Out of all our chosen misery Out of all our misplaced loyalties A heaven in the making Eden's gates swing open to us now We'll turn every weapon to a plow For every sin a pardon Every field of wildflowers left to seed Every forest filling up with green There is healing in the garden Healing in the garden Healing in the garden