It's called the soul of all natural things

See the rays that break among rocks and stones
You're the winds that plague on the
And the bills and brims of fume
Hear the rush of the winds across the crowded sky
Hear the cries that touch even you and I
And you know

It's the soul, it's the soul, it's the soul
Of all natural things, all natural things

And when he snuck to our winten waves
Peace be still

And when he snuck to our winten waves
Peace be still

It's a s if all the thunder in all of the universe
Heard his cry

Peace be still
Peace be still

How can we walk in the land where peace begun?
How can we walk in the land where peace begun?

Until, until, until we understand
It's the soul of all natural things

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Writer(s): Linda Perhacs