Casting Crowns
Come to the Well

City On the Hill

Did you hear of the city on the hill?

Said one old man to the other

It once shined bright and it would be shining still

But they all started turning on each other



You see, the poets thought the dancers were shallow

And the soldiers thought the poets were weak

And the elders saw the young ones as foolish

And the rich man never heard the poor man speak



And one by one, they ran away

With their made up minds, to leave it all behind

And the light began to fade, in the city on the hill

The city on the hill



Each one thought that they knew better

That they were different by design

Instead of standing strong together

They let their differences divide



And one by one, they ran away

With their made up minds, to leave it all behind

And the light began to fade, in the city on the hill

The city on the hill



And the world is searching still



But it was the rhythm of the dancers

That gave the poets life

It was the spirit of the poets

That gave the soldiers strength to fight

It was the fire of the young ones

It was the wisdom of the old

It was the story of the poor man

That needed to be told



It is the rhythm of the dancers

That gives the poets life

It is the spirit of the poets

That gives the soldiers strength to fight

It is the fire of the young ones

It is the wisdom of the old

It is the story of the poor man

That's needing to be told



One by one, we'll be running away

With our made up minds to leave it all behind

As the light begins to fade, in the city on the hill

The city on the hill



One by one, we'll be running away

With our made up minds, to leave it all behind

As the light begins to fade, in the city on the hill

The city on the hill



Come home

And the Father's calling still

Come home

To the city on the hill

Come home

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