Across the distant lands I watch
Blow gentle winds to make the trees dance
Sprinkle it with water and see the grass grow
Mould cotton and place them in the sky
Warm you with a golden globe

Release the choir of birds to warm your souls
Fill the fields with golden straw
I make the rivers grow
The seas swell

I am old as time itself
Looking down on the earth I grew
Smiling on a few
The spirit of nature
is the name I take