You are the bows from which Your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees his mark, Let your bending be without fear.
You may give them your love, but not your thoughts, You may house their bodies, not their souls. They dwell in the house of tomorrow, Standing so far you'll never visit. For life goes not backward Nor tarries with yesterday...
Rain clouds of grey Gather slow behind your eyes Child of today Don't forget to sail the skies.
All things are in colours, Tunes of different age Softer message from life's flower, Hills of long gone yesterdays.
Distant hands in foreign lands, Rhythm remains unbroken, All unseen from where we stand Mind vibration Child Migration
Dreams are the blossom Of our courage it is said true life, long forgotten, Echoes lost inside our heads.
All things are in colours, Tunes of different age Softer message from life's flower, Hills of long gone yesterdays.
Distant hands in foreign lands, Rhythm remains unbroken, All unseen from where we stand Mind vibration Child Migration
Rain clouds of grey Gather slow behind your eyes Child of today Don't forget to sail the skies.
All things are in colours, Tunes of different age Softer message from life's flower, Hills of long gone yesterdays.
Distant hands in foreign lands, Rhythm remains unbroken, All unseen from where we stand Mind vibration Child Migration
