Their spirits soar on high
 They wing with birds that float on by
 Your love and mine 
 Their spirits with the breeze
 That gently plays the summer leaves
 Your love and mine 

 Life is a bird in the sky
 Life is the breeze blowing by
 Time picked the words
 Time picked the songs
 But we sang them wrong 

 Their spirits with the rain
 That feeds the wheat and weeds the same
 Your love and mine

 The sun their spirits light
 That feels and warms both black and white
 Your love and mine 

 Life is the rain from on high
 Life is the sun in the sky
 Time picked the words
 Time picked the songs
 We were the choir
 But we sang them wrong 

 Their spirits bless the [bad word]  The intellectual, the fool
 Your love and mine 

 Their spirits point the way
 But who has noticed, who will say
 Your love or mine? 

 Life is a soft lullaby
 Soothing a child as it cries
 But it cries in pain
 Time wrote the songs
 We hear the cry
 And still we sing wrong