Yuvan’s Gospel Trail

(ahhhh) Across the canyon, the desert wind sings He rides with thunder beneath

his wings No silver star upon his chest Just the holy name

they fear the best

(ooh-ahh) Every shadow bows in the setting sun (holy,

holy)

They know the work

has just begun

Yuvan, the holy, under western skies With fire in his hands and

grace in his eyes

Yuvan, the leader, the righteous,

the bold A story of justice that has to be told

He brought the rain to the parched dry ground

Silence fell over the outlaw town With a word he heals,

with a stride he leads Sowing the righteous,

golden seeds

No outlaw can stand in his light (no,

they can't) He turns the dark into the bright (sing it now)

Yuvan, the holy... (Yuvan...) (hummmm)