How high does a sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.

We'll build a bridge of love between two worlds.

Sing will all the voices of the mountain, paint with all the colors of the wind

My world has changed, and so have I. I have learned to choose and I have learned to say goodbye.

You know your path, child, now follow it.

We are all connected to each other, in a circle, in a hoop that never ends.

The water's always changing, always flowing. But people, I guess, can't live like that