It's the perfect seasonnTo be looking for a reasonnAbout why we livenAbout how we'll diennAs the winds are blowingnAnd the leaves are growingnSee my spirit glowingnWith the light of creationnnHear the ghosts of the pastnOf human racenLearn from what that scars nUpon your facenHear your forefathers' voicesnRinging clearnThe answers to your questionsnGlide in the airnnWords of wisdom glistennLike gold that's sprinklednGolden webs of dew foundnIn early morn'nnIt's up to us to listennTaking them what we neednNaturing and watching them grownReap and you shall sownnHear the ghosts of the pastnOf human racenLearn from what that scars nUpon your facenHear the voice of GaianRinging clearnThe answers to your questions nGlide in the air