If love were a bird, I would stroke her bright feathers
then I'd watch her fly free,
cross the still of the dawn.
And if peace were a mountain
We'd gather around her
to bathe in her silence her power her call.

If wisdom could sing or whisper his secrets
Eternally teaching the ways of the free
In my mind I can see them I hear them and I feel them
For Love Peace and Wisdom are all part of me.

If love has her freedom and peace her expression
Surely wisdom will grow like a flower in bloom.

The seed has been planted and tended and watered
By the prayers of the hopeful and the tears of the brave.

We long to return to that place of still waters
and sit on the banks under some shady tree
In my mind I can see it I hear it and I feel it
And love peace and wisdom are all that we need.

Some call me a dreamer some will call me a seeker
One who follows the stars on a quest for the [bad word] But every believer holds a deep hidden memory
Of a time when the earth was a flower in bloom.

We long to return to that place of still waters
And sit on the banks under some shady tree

In my mind I can see it, I hear it and I believe it
And love peace and wisdom are the three golden keys.