Same Kind

I saw the mountains move I watched them clear a path to you And then push me to the side To a place I never thought I'd find I can't put my finger on it now But I know that someday, we'll meet again somehow Looking up each night, I tend to find That all these little things are part of the same kind Part of the same kind I saw the red leaves fall I heard the loon and heron call To keep me looking out In the dark and waiting for a sound I can't put my finger on it now But I know that someday, we'll meet again somehow Looking up each night, I tend to find That all these little things are part of the same kind Part of the same kind