Texty: John Denver. Children Of The Universe.

A heritage of vision was given to us all
To smell the rose's fragrance, to hear the songbird call
To watch the distant moonlight fill the coming of the tides
To understand that life is more than always choosing sides

And some have seen what can be seen of sailing ships and kings
And some are given feet of clay and some are given wings
Some must struggle just to breathe, some have a golden spoon
And some will never leave the nest while some walk on the moon

And don't you know the life that lives within the silent hills
Is just as rich and beautiful and just as unfulfilled
As man with all his intellect, his reason and his choice
Oh who's to say the nightingale has any less a voice

The silver dolphins twist and dance and sing to one another
The cosmic ocean knows no bounds for all that live are brothers
The whippoorwill, the grizzly bear, the elephant, the whale
All children of the universe all weavers of the tale

So Palomi, no lie back down and dream yourself to sleep
The hawk flies with the mourning dove, the lion with the sheep
As far away as you may go, we'll never be apart
It's in your dreams that you will know the seasons of the heart