A Song

In the light of morning sun
we see the birth of strangeness fly
and we can see a bird.

Flying high over the trees
He soars among the clouds
and sky of blue.

We can see people singing,
laughing at the light of day
and we are friends of all.

After we see the little stream
and green bushes all around,
We will know that we live
and peace is abounding.

Now we come to the mountains
laughing, running, and singing a tune,
While we see the cameras pop, we
see the wonderful valley green
and we're home again.

Now and then we'll live on the sun of life,
People will see that we live,
At our paradise.