You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance;

You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers.

I´m about to burst with song;

I can´t keep quiet about you. God, my God.

I can´t thank you enough.

(Psalm 30:11+12)


Songs, Lyrics, Vocal, Gitarre, Bass, Didgeridoo: Clinton Campisi

Mixing: Markus Friedrichsen