All alone a father sits
thinking of his son
Far away a mother sleeps
her baby yet unborn
Chorus:
Rain and wood and fire and stone
magic all across the land
Seasons come and times will go
right through your hand,
like wind and sand
In awhile a child will grow
a bird will learn to fly
Pretty soon a child will know
what it is to make a life
Chorus:
Long before the river goes
far from where it was
Long before it meets the sea
a child will know of love

INVIA LE CORREZIONI