There are so many stories I still want to tell
There are so many I love yous left unsaid...

When darkness awakens, my body settles gently into...
The events of my day race rapidly in my thoughts...

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a shrub in the valley--but be...

Some children are brown like newly baked bread
Some are yellow, and some are red...

Let me but do my work from day to day.
In field or forest, at the desk or loom...

A place with trees and hills to climb
When Nature calls to him...

A little old man of the sea
Went out in a boat for a sail...

When morning sun wakes you and me,
The little birds wake in the tree...

Here we go swinging
To the treetop...

Beneath the waters
Green and cool...

The man in the moon,
As he sails in the sky...

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you...