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