In reverence I bow, to the fig tree,
the loving bee,
the summer night,
the day light.
In reverence I bow, to the singing child,
the man that smiled,
the bird’s song,
the love that’s strong.
In reverence, I bow.
In reverence I bow, to the fig tree,
the loving bee,
the summer night,
the day light.
In reverence I bow, to the singing child,
the man that smiled,
the bird’s song,
the love that’s strong.
In reverence, I bow.