In the wind of every mountain Are the seeds of all these sounds In the laughs you'll find living In the tears you'll find singing When it rains we'll call it gardening All this light feels forgiving As we pass through all these days In the fall we'll split cedar In the spring we'll plant thyme When it snows we'll build a ballroom And the poet and the painter Are our dancing on this town While you and I are painting pictures And writing words from the ground When they come home we'll be forgotten When it snows we'll build a ballroom When it rains we'll call it gardening