Old Words, New Times Lyrics

i heard news of children gathering

interlacing fingertips
they hunger for a new tradition

underneath the shade of peace

and sounds of joy and people growing

feed this mass that comes together

to sing the words of our dead forefathers

for the seed of a lovely future
i heard news of children sharing

land and wisdom though the earth is

dying they enrich her body

for the ground we tread is holy
and through care and patience they will

heal the open wounds of nature

and sing the words of all living creatures

for the seed of a lovely future

come together

love one another