Let’s play a melody of thanksgiving in our head
The kind the Plants sing when the Sun goes to bed
The staff of notes is always ready in the sky
Like the birds that sit on them , prepare to fly
Notes in the sunset
Let’s play a melody of thanksgiving in our head
The kind the Plants sing when the Sun goes to bed
The staff of notes is always ready in the sky
Like the birds that sit on them , prepare to fly
Mystical Verse 