• As the wind blows through
    the blades of grass
    she shall sing
    with a harp of brass

    To make trees dance
    and rivers cry
    through the big snowy hills
    and the desert so hot and dry

    Her voice will be heard
    both high and low
    all over the world
    even deep beneath the snow

    Ice will tremble, break and fall
    then smash on the ground
    and be nothing at all
    from the beautiful sound
    of her voice