the trees, the grass,
the flowers, the hills,
the stars that pass
in midnight chills,
the sun, the moon
the birds of feather,
sing in tune,
sing together,
all are part
of symphony
in hallowed art
of harmony
as they join as one
one creation
proclaim there's none
but Your elation

the trees, the grass,
the flowers, the hills,
the stars that pass
in midnight chills,
the sun, the moon
the birds of feather,
G-d grant me tune
to sing together
to be a part
of symphony
in hallowed art
of harmony
to join as one
with your creation
to proclaim there's none
but Your elation