The voice of the wind echoes on,
The music of the valley trills.
Along with the brook's babble
And baritone of the distant hills.

In this mystic musical,
Beneath the wandering wind,
Upon the brook of eternity,
The Boy and his Boat begin;

Their journey from pain and darkness
Their journey from cries and red
Their journey from war and hate
Their journey for hope and bread.

A song of beauty and quiet
Is sung by the flowers and trees
The call of the cuckoo, ushers in,
The warm and gentle breeze.

But the cry of the Boy reverberates
In the air of superficial peace.
As the Boy and his Boat, journey on
Reliving terror, in memories.

On the land that boasts
Of a paradise on Earth
Lies a secret that tells
A tale of loss and dearth.

Away from all the noise
That rings of rage and sorrow
The Boy and his Boat float
Towards a hopeful morrow.

Hidden in the arms of the valley
Shall the scar of the truth lie.
But reality will ring out
From the Boy's soulful cry.

And as the tunes of Nature
Play, clear and bright.
On the brook of eternity
The Boy shall continue his fight.

The mountains and valleys shall sing
For a thousand years to come
But with it shall echo the human spirit
Through a vivid and distinct hum.