Two hopeful hearts, two lands apart. Together there's no end to what our dream can start.
How high does a sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.
Sing will all the voices of the mountain, paint with all the colors of the wind
With every kiss, we'll promise this, we'll find a way to light the dawn of all we wish.
But I know every rock and tree and creature has a life, has a spirit, has a name.
We are all connected to each other, in a circle, in a hoop that never ends.