Before mountains were born You pulled light from the void The hands that sculpted the peaks Are the same hands that molded me How beautiful you must be To design a world as complex as me You tailored every strand From the galaxies to each fragment of sand Thunder is the words from your lips You carry the winds in your fist You wear the seas like a robe Your hair is like the clouds through the atmosphere Atmosphere The sun awakens for you Each dusk paints its own canvas The storms surrender to you Seasons turn but you're unchanging Trees in the forest chorus And the waves of the sea resound Skies proclaim your craftsmanship And the knee of creation bows How beautiful you must be To design a world as complex as me You tailored every strand From the galaxies to each fragment of sand Thunder is the words off your lips You carry the winds in your fist You wear the seas like a robe Your hair is like the clouds through the atmosphere Stars are your eyes through the darkness The landscapes wrap around your bones Giving all living things their homes The galaxies spiral with your mysteries So be it, you have no start So be it, you have no end Magnificent creator From your hands come the prettiest of things So be it, you have no start So be it, you have no end