The Future Of Life On Earth Depends

The Earth Is Our Mother Just Turning Around, With Her Trees In The Forest And Roots Underground. Our Father Above Us Whose Sigh Is The Wind, Paint Us A Rainbow Without Any End.

I Know I'm Incapable Of Orchestrating An Entire Film.

Talk Of Poems And Prayers And Promises, And Things That We Believe In. How Sweet It Is To Love Someone, How Right It Is To Care, How Long It's Been Since Yesterday.

I'm Leaving On A Jet Plane Don't Know When I'll Be Back Again

I'm Leaving My Sorrows And All My Memories Behind To See What I Find, Somewhere In The Shade Near The Sound Of A Sweet Singing River, Somewhere In The Sun Where The Mountains Make Love To The Sky.