Is a tree less alive, just because it’s leaves die?
Well nobody’s afraid when then colors change.

Is the sun not as bright, just because of the night?
Well nobody’s afraid when it starts to fade.

Cause we’re all taken by a mystery,
Can you believe what you cannot see?
Hidden doesn’t mean that it isn’t there.

Can a seed in the ground ever be again found?
Well who’s the one to know which seed will grow?

See the stars hanging high, way up in the earth sky?
Well who’s the one to say that’s where they stay?

Like the wind that passes us,
We cannot see but still we trust its there,
The beautiful unseen, in spaces between.

The wind will have its way with us,
When all our kingdoms turn to dust,
In time, wrong will be right,
Dark will be light,
And we will be free, Yeah we will be free,
And you will be seen,
Divine mystery.