When I was a boy, there was a tree, a willow tree
The wind it would blow, so gently blow, and move the leaves
And in that sound, that perfect sound, that filled the air
I didn't know, how could I know, your voice was there
When I turned sixteen, there was a road, an old dirt road
My wheels they would turn, and move the ground
I was alone, at peace the wind would sing to me, so calm and strong
How could I know, that you were there, inside its song
In every perfect little place, that I would go
You were there in every sound, and I didn't know
And as I grew old, I looked for you, in every sound
The breath of the waves, or anywhere, that music's found
I searched for you, in every chord and melody
Then you were born, and there you were, my symphony
In every perfect little place, that I would go
You were there in every sound, and I didn't know
In every perfect little place, that I would go
You were there in every sound, and I didn't know