We cycle on rhythms
That never repeat
We find our hurry
With us, begins
We toss out the bottle
We’re done with the breast
Shed leaves in one season,
Sprouts blossoms the next
We find our hurry
With us, begins
Mist arises from treetops
As they sing their fairy song
Shed leaves in one season,
Sprout blossoms the next
We sing the song
Of a million springs
Mist arises from treetops
As they sing their fairy song
We toss out the bottle,
We’re done with the breast
We sing the song
Of a million springs
We cycle on rhythms
That never repeat