The mist that settles in the morning
The stones of a path on the hill
The dawn that will come to us
The still warm pillow holds life
Uncertain slow steps of a girl
The hand that will reach out
For this and for what will come, I sing
The voice in celebration and I sing
The band in celebration and I sing
Running to the wind I sing
Someone will listen to me
The aroma of coffee in the kitchen
The house that fills with joy
The elevator that doesn't go
The people that will smile
The branches that cross toward the sky
An old man that walks alone
The summer that will leave us
The wheat that will ripen
The hand that will receive it
For this and for what will be, I sing
The voice in celebration and I sing
The band in celebration and I sing
Running to the wind I sing
Someone will listen to me
The voice in celebration and I sing
The whole life and I sing
Running to the wind I sing
Someone will listen to me
Someone will listen to me
Someone will listen to me