There is a place for me and you
A place not on this man-torn earth
A place where soul meets body
A place of comfort
A place of belonging
A place that man has written riddles of
A place where man dreams of going
A place where the colors of the world unite
To a gorgeous mixture of colors
A wonderous array of reflections
Laden with white cloth
Lavished with golden accents
Sound the trumpets with a joyful noise
Dock at the gates
surrender all to none other than El Capitano
Wear the white cloth of submission
Lay yourself out for the Lord