Listen to the Breeze

I know this old man, he lives in a house on the hill Each day I pass, he's sitting there, rocking in his chair I lift my hand in greeting, he smiles in return Then one day he says "Come here, child, I have words to tell Come and I will share with you secrets you have never heard before There is magic in the air" Magic in the air "All you do is listen to the breeze And when it rains, let your troubles wash away May your heart be the one to steer you on Daughter of the sun" He says, "Child, it is a sign of wisdom to let go Of that within your life bringing you burden Take each day as it comes, and each lesson it brings Here is what I know There is a part of you perfect and pure A part of you that shines beyond this world There is a part of every person you know That lights your way" "All you do is listen to the breeze And when it rains, let your troubles wash away May your heart be the one to steer you on Daughter of the sun" "All you do is listen to the breeze And when it rains, let your troubles wash away May your heart be the one to steer you on Daughter of the sun"