(No music, just lyrics)
Through the troubled days
We will arrive
Birds, always birds
Those ideas never die
Music, songs in the air
Fog, and horses hooves trotting softly.
We will regain the fire trucks and the pogo sticks
The ducks and the swimming pool
The immortal stuffed animals
We will give birth to the hope that today
Tries to take away.
Mountain green and blue
Warmth ever filled with music
Sleep and more
The pain and anguish and doubt and fear we suffer
We will endure.
David N. Townsend
©1982, 1997