From the same ball of clay
In the garden of love
You and I were made of
The same ball of clay.
From the same ball of clay
True lovers do come.
You and I were made from
The same ball of clay.
In the darkness at the beginning
God dreamed of a lover like you.
And when He woke up, he just had to
Make his dreams come true.
To the same ball of clay
I’ll always return.
My heart always yearns
For that same ball of clay.
And when the night falls at the ending
We’ll return to the palm of his hand.
And he’ll shape us and he’ll roll us
Into one whole piece of the land.
Yes, that same ball of clay
That we were made from
You and I will become
That same ball of clay.
