Wind blows, lifts you up,
Lets you touch the sky.
And the fire burns your spirit black,
Forges freedom’s cry.
Water flows through your veins,
Becomes your salty tears.
And the earth she turns upon her course,
Marks your living years.
Wind blows, fire burns,
Water flows and the earth turns.
Wind blows, fire burns,
Water flows and the earth turns.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
That’s the sound of change,
That’s the sound of change,
Oh, that’s the sound of change.
Where we live is holy, holy is the ground.
Water, wind and sunlight, holy is the Sound.
Mighty Spirit singing circles all around.
Mighty Spirit singing circles all around.
Holy, Holy, Holy,
Maker of heaven and earth.
All is full of Thy glory.
All is full of Thy glory.
© 1997 by Christian Williamson from the album I Am
