I try to close my eyes, clear my mind Just listen to the wild flowers growing Such whispers on the breeze They don't come easy now, over all this noise I spent my youth among the pines They used to sing a tune so fine And the wind moved like an echo Carryin' their voices ♪ And I saw it in a dream, monuments to trees As the air we breathe turned our lungs to dust And the redwoods so tall And all their awe, began to rust With no bend and sway at all That ancient dance was lost And the wind moved like an echo With a sigh in every gust ♪ Well, some day I hope to find that land of fine wine Where the coffee grows on the white oak trees And those sugar-coated mountains In the spring begin to melt into the sweetest streams Where each night the starlight and the sea Together form eternity And the wind moves like an echo As the world drops off to sleep