Over the bare plains To the holy land You'll find us walking down the beaten track of man When the night falls At the skies we gaze And though it's all the same, we look in different ways While we turn Still we choose Sweet relief The apparent truth Faith over proofs Forced to recant And yet it moves Over proofs Forced to recant And yet it moves And yet it moves Calm the elders Tell them that we tried And soon we'll sing the children warm and soothing lies When the sky falls And the castles rust Now and forever we will turn as air and dust While we turn Still we choose Sweet relief The apparent truth Faith over proofs Forced to recant And yet it moves Over proofs Forced to recant And yet it moves And yet it moves Faith over proofs Forced to recant And yet it moves Over proofs Forced to recant And yet it moves And yet it moves