| Lyrics: | (DenverHenry)
A heritage of vision was given to us all to smell the rose's fragrance, to hear
the songbird's call.
To watch the distant moonlight fill the coming of the tides,
to
understand that life is more than always choosing sides.
And some have seen what can be
seen of sailing ships and kings.
And some are given feet of clay and some are given
wings.
Some must struggle just to breathe, some have a golden spoon.
And some will never
leave the nest while some walk on the moon.
And don't you know the life that lives within
the silent hills
is just as rich and beautiful and just as unfulfilled.
As man with all his
intellect, his reason and his choice,
oh, who's to say the nightingale has any less a
voice.
The silver dolphins twist and dance and sing to one another,
the cosmic ocean
knows no bounds for all that live are brothers.
The whippoorwill, the grizzly bear, the
elephant, the whale,
all children of the universe, all weavers of the tale.
So
palomino, lie back down and dream yourself to sleep.
The hawk flies with the morning dove, the
lion with the sheep.
As far away as you may go, we'll never be apart.
It's in your dreams
that you will know the seasons of the heart. |
