Start with an infant world and an open sky On a perfect day, breath from the mouth of God Sends a quiver through His design of clay And it is good, and it is good Tell me the story again Tell me the story again Wake to a girl beside Here's a hand to hold and never go away Now taste the forbidden fruit Make a poor excuse Feel the wall of shame And run and hide, and run and hide Tell me the story again Tell me the story again Child in a manger bed See the virgin smile, she understood Now grow up and break your bread Pour your cup of wine On a cross of wood A cross of wood, a cross of wood Tell me the story again Tell me the story again Tell me the story again Tell me the story again Time twenty centuries There's a boy on his knees At the river's edge Now plunge with his guilty stains In the cleansing waves And wash his sins away Oh, happy day Oh, happy day Oh, happy day Oh, happy day Tell me that story again Tell me that story again Tell me the story, tell me the story Tell me the story, tell me the story again Start with an infant world And an open sky on a perfect day
