| I would like to write a song | |
| That is so vibrant and so intimate | |
| That the earth would adopt it | |
| As if it had sprung like the stream | |
| From the land's memory | |
| As if no one had written it but life itself | |
| And my song would travel along | |
| From bird to wing, to tree | |
| To breeze to heart to breath to song | |
| Because a song belongs to everyone | |
| Like the spring |