nothing like the life they had in eden
strangers to the place they knew so well
dark and dreary veils the eye
the flowers fade in time
sweat now stains the bread obtained from heaven
calloused hands must work the earth and plain
time to settle in and pray
and await another day
vanished beneath the star so far away

ondi-ahman
ondi-ahman
left to reap what's sown in their valley home, ondi-ahman
ondi-ahman
ondi-ahman
trusting he will come, ondi-ahman

their daily dress reminds them of lost innocence
and growing old just speaks of dust that must return
still their hearts have felt to sing
since their eyes began to see
together they take the bitter with the sweet

ondi-ahman
ondi-ahman
left to reap what's sown in their valley home, ondi-ahman
ondi-ahman
ondi-ahman
trusting he will come, ondi-ahman

they await the child of promise
to grace their flesh and blood
like an unshaken anchor
they're trusting he will come
to reconcile the exiled
and repair what they've undone
he will come
see him come

ondi-ahman
ondi-ahman
eye to eye in the dazzling light, ondi-ahman
ondi-ahman
ondi-ahman
to hear the words, "well done"
ondi-ahman
ondi-ahman
face to face in the gathering place, ondi-ahman
ondi-ahman
ondi-ahman
look again for them to come, ondi-ahman