Start with an infant world and an open sky
On a perfect day, breath from the mouth of God
Sends a quiver through His design of clay
And it is good, and it is good

Tell me the story again
Tell me the story again
Wake to a girl beside
Here's a hand to hold and never go away

Now taste the forbidden fruit
Make a poor excuse
Feel the wall of shame
And run and hide, and run and hide

Tell me the story again
Tell me the story again
Child in a manger bed
See the virgin smile, she understood

Now grow up and break your bread
Pour your cup of wine
On a cross of wood
A cross of wood, a cross of wood

Tell me the story again
Tell me the story again
Tell me the story again
Tell me the story again

Time twenty centuries
There's a boy on his knees
At the river's edge
Now plunge with his guilty stains
In the cleansing waves
And wash his sins away

Oh, happy day
Oh, happy day
Oh, happy day
Oh, happy day

Tell me that story again
Tell me that story again
Tell me the story, tell me the story
Tell me the story, tell me the story again

Start with an infant world
And an open sky on a perfect day