The surface of streams
 The fingers of trees
 The sweet harmonies
 The breeze and its lovers
 Its hard to believe the wind
 When it touches me
 Isn't just the way that I long to touch you

 The delicate petals
 And all of the metals
 The old and the hopeless
 The young and inspired
 The best and the worst times
 The breeze is invited
 That's just the way that I long to touch you