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 And 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 lives 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 heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
