The snow that falls in the morning
the rocks of a town square on a hill
the hawk that will rise
the first beam that will be seen
the snow that will fall
running across the sea
The imprint of a head on a pillow
the slow and uncertain steps
of a child
the look of serenity
the hand that will be held
the joy that awaits you
all these I will see
I sing
my hand in my pocket
I sing
my voice celebrating
I sing
my band in my head
I sing
running in the wind
I sing
my entire life
I sing
the Spring
I sing
my prayer
I sing
because you will listen
I want to sing
always sing
The smell of coffee in the kitchen
the house all full in the morning
the elevator that doesn't go
the love for my city
the people that will smile
all down the street
The branches that interlace in heaven
an old man that walks all alone
the summer that will pass by
the grain that will mature
the hand that I will grab
these are the things that will be
