Can you stop the flower blossom,
Can you stop the rain to drop,
Can you stop the leaves falling in autumn,
Can you stop the little corn to pop,

Can you stop the cloud from shaping, in oddly figures every day,
Can you stop the couple kissing, in the softness of the summer hay,
Can you stop the butterflies from breeding, beautiful as each one comes,
Can you stop the air from filling, our oxygen hungry lungs,

Can you stop the river braiding in a waterfall of no return,
Can you stop the birds from flying, following the horizon’s sun,
Can you stop the thunder striking, from the black sky above,
Can you stop yourself infecting with the little thing called love,

Can you stop the clock from spinning, arrows running forward in fast pace,
Can you stop the wife from grinning, looking at her late man’s face,
Can you stop the young man sinning, once he lost the light in his trace,
Can you stop the young woman singing, her pain away for a long-lost distant place?