I hear you call me,
Branches break in the wind
And through the leaves and concrete
You're gonna grow into something that death can't steal
A garden that gives,
Sprouts come up glowing
Fruits of jade and golden...

Silver trees to mark the legacy
Of a life that finally learned
What this means

The invisible choir sings
You a voiceless lesson
So you'll always remember
What grew out of decisions that death can't steal
Lives that learned to give
When it seemed there was nothing
Oh, how much more
It meant to those...

Around we go
There's a rhythm soft and slow
You'll always hear the choir if you listen close