In the wind of every mountain
Are the seeds of all these sounds
In the laughs you'll find living
In the tears you'll find singing
When it rains we'll call it gardening
All this light feels forgiving
As we pass through all these days
In the fall we'll split cedar
In the spring we'll plant thyme
When it snows we'll build a ballroom
And the poet and the painter
Are our dancing on this town
While you and I are painting pictures
And writing words from the ground
When they come home we'll be forgotten
When it snows we'll build a ballroom
When it rains we'll call it gardening
