Over the hill on this side of the bay / in the wildflowers and grass where we lay / you’re overcome with their fragrance as the wind will waft it all on by.
The shapes in the clouds and the birds in migration / this world of ever shifting formation / how did we ever become an acquaintance as each day keeps passing us by?

And oh, to behold all the wonder there is in this world
And oh, to be holding the ones that you’re with in this world
And all of the old and the young and the width of this world
And all of the ways you can grow with the ones that you love

On the edge of a sill of a window that bays / on a cushion with a book in your hand as you lay / you hum to yourself a new phrase and a cadence as you watch the time go by.

Like the words of a song as the radio plays / on a station whose frequencies move like the waves / The room sings to itself in a wondrance of ways as the acoustics of which it resides

And oh, to behold all the wonder there is in this world
And oh, to be holding the ones that you’re with in this world
And all of the old and the young and the width of this world
And all of the ways you can grow with the ones that you love

You feel the warmth of the sun on your cheek and your face / memories of wildflowers oh where you laid / you’re overcome with sensations as you drift through the banks of the banks of your mind.

Like your toes in the grass or the smell of the ocean / we craft a rolodex of these scents and emotions / Imprints of life, yeah, Nature or Nurture, we learn from the past as we look to the future.

And oh, to behold all the wonder there is in this world
And oh, to be holding the ones that you’re with in this world
And all of the old and the young and the width of this world
And all of the ways you can grow with the ones that you love