The Song

First there was a song nothing but a song

Like a single ray from a single sun

Pouring through the skies an orchestra of grace

And voices of the stars filling all the space

Then there was a dream a golden shining dream

Of living in the light a land of living light

And everywhere we are we hear the singing stars

Pouring through the soul the universe so whole

Then there was a dream then there was a dream

The dream became the Ones the ones who walked the land