So you speak to me of sad ness
And the coming of the winter
Fear that is within you now
And the dreams that have escaped you
And the hope that you've forgotten
You tell me that you need me now
For the children and the flowers
Are my sisters and my brothers
Their laughter and their loveliness
Like the music of the moun tains
And the colours of the rainbow
They're a promise of the future
Though the cities start to crum ble
And the towers fall around us
And it's colder than the sea
It is written from the de sert
To the mountains they shall lead us
By the hand and by the heart
They will comfort you and me
