[Intro - one spare acoustic guitar, minor, a lone voice, cold]

[Verse 1 - the lone man, cast out, cold]
I was standing in a cold, bare field,
Cast out, and on my own.
No steeple and no gathered crowd,
Just me out there alone.

[Chorus - I]
From the cold field, I lift my hands,
From the cold field, I sing.
I have no roof, I have no walls,
But I have got a King.

[Verse 2 - he lifts his hands anyway]
So I lifted up my empty hands,
I had nothing else to bring.
And the cold did not stop the song from coming,
A wounded man can sing.

[Chorus - I]
From the cold field, I lift my hands,
From the cold field, I sing.
I have no roof, I have no walls,
But I have got a King.

[Verse 3 - the discovery, I becomes we]
I thought that I had been the only one,
The last lone voice to call.
Then the field filled up with lifted hands,
And we were not alone at all.

[Bridge - Elijah's seven thousand, the cold field full of God]
Elijah thought he stood alone,
The last one in the land.
God said, I have seven thousand more
Out there where you stand.
The field they drove us out into,
The cold and bitter sod,
The Lord went out that gate Himself,
The cold field is full of God.

[Chorus - we, full and major]
From the cold field, we lift our hands,
From the cold field, we sing.
We have no roof, we have no walls,
But we have got a King.

[Outro - major, full]
From the cold field,
We lift our hands.
We were never out here on our own,
And we have got a King.