All alone a father sits
thinking of his son
Far away a mother sleeps
her baby yet unborn
Rain and wood and fire and stone
magic all across the land
Seasons come and times will go
right through your hand
like wind and sand
In awhile a child will grow
a bird will learn to fly
Pretty soon a child will know
what it is to make a life
Rain and wood and fire and stone
magic all across the land
Seasons come and times will go
right through your hand
like wind and sand
Long before the river goes
far from where it was
Long before it meets the sea
a child will know of love
Rain and wood and fire and stone
magic all across the land
Seasons come and times will go
right through your hand
like wind and sand