Cosmic Concerto (Life Is People)

There are miracles

In the strangest of places

There are miracles

Everywhere you go

I see fathers

Hold a little child's hand

I see mothers

Holding a little child's hand

I see trees, trees

Blowing in the wind

I see seeds

Being sown by the wind

It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul

I see grandmas

Blowing kisses into a pram

I see grandpas

Scratching their head in amazement

It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul

It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul

Like my old dad said

Life is people, life is people

In the space of a human face

There's infinite variation

It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul

It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul

Like my old dad said

Life is people, life is people

In the space of a human face

There's infinite variation

Life is people, life is people, life is people

Life is people, life is people, life is people

Life is people