When we die
we find our wombs hay-yah
hay-yah
When we die
we find our wombs hay-yah
and we will sleep hay-yah
hay-yah

But first we'll walk
under the sky hay-yah
hay-yah
But first we'll walk
under the sky hay-yah
and wade through grass hay-yah
hay-yah

And with the trees
we'll breathe in and out
hay-yah
And with the trees
we'll think and dream hay-yah
we live on roots hay-yah
hay-yah

We'll hear the sounds
and sing the songs hay-yah
hay-yah
We'll see the lands
and glide along the sea
we'll drift like clouds hay-yah
hay-yah

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