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