[Verse 1]
Consider now the hawks that fly
Above the hills, beneath the sky
Whose wisdom rings from overhead
The [?] below, his daily bread
Consider now the miracle
Of rain that falls into the soil
And swells the grape upon the vine
It's always been

[Chorus]
Water to wine, mm

[Verse 2]
Imagine every buried seed
Enshrouded in the furrows deep
That breaks itself apart to rise
And lift the ground up to the skies
Imagine Heaven reaching down
A gift born out from heavy clouds
We're storing all our withered vines
It's always been

[Chorus]
Water to wine
Water to wine
Water to wine
Water to wine
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