Spirit Song

Season's morning beautiful flower
Gonna bloom to the touch of the sun
Gonna bloom to the touch of the sun
Gonna bloom to the touch of the sun
Season's morning beautiful flower
Gonna bloom to the touch of the sun
The touch of the sun
The touch of the sun

And the spirit
Is gonna make a sound, make a sound
Hear it
Hear the sound, hear the sound
It's quiet
And waits until, your mind is still
And then it sings a song of love
And the spirit
Is gonna make a sound, make a sound
Hear it
Hear the sound, hear the sound
It's quiet
And waits until, your mind is still
And then it sings a song of love

A generation of beautiful children
Are born to the call I am
Born to the call I am
Are born to the call I am
A generation of beautiful children
Are born to the call I am
The call I am, the call I am

And the spirit
Is gonna make a sound, make a sound
Hear it
Hear the sound, hear the sound
It's quiet
And waits until, your mind is still
And then it sings a song of love
And the spirit
Is gonna make a sound, make a sound
Hear it
Hear the sound, hear the sound
It's quiet
And waits until, your mind is still
And then it sings a song of love

Love and joy are filling the hearts
Of those who give it away
Of those who give it away
Of those who give it away
Love and joy are filling the hearts
Of those who give it away
Give it away
Give it all away

And the spirit
Is gonna make a sound, make a sound
Hear it
Hear the sound, hear the sound
It's quiet
And waits until, your mind is still
And then it sings a song of love
The spirit
Is gonna make a sound, make a sound
Hear it
Hear the sound, hear the sound
It's quiet
And waits until, your mind is still
And then it sings a song of love
Then it sings a song of love



Credits
Writer(s): John Struthers
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