The diamond wind that moves the skies
Did write upon the sand
That all the world of changing things
Was held within my hand
And who am I within these words
That bubble from the deep?
Do the uttered tongue create
Or is it speaking me?

Song of the river, song of the night time
Song of the ocean, song of the mountain
Song of the starlight
I hear the song of the morning
A new day is dawning

I can hear the secret songs
From the mountains and the trees
The silence of blue water
Flowing among the budding leaves
I can hear the secret songs from the heart of a distant star
An ancient heart is beating
I can hear the secret songs

Song of the sunrise, song of the thunder
Song of the winter. Song of the summer
I hear the song of the sunrise
I hear the song of the moonlight