Even if the flowers think it's spring
And the scent of mountain honey's on the wind
Sacred words can have a hollow ring
And the rosing sky
Can hide a false spring
Even if the blessed mourn while the mountains sing
And distant waves murmur in the evening
Providence may hide in human frailty
And the bowl of light is all we see
And all we have or need is you and me
Even if the fig tree fails and the grapes die on the vine
I won't look to heaven for a sign
Humanity is stamped with all that's sublime
And God's heart beats when our hands meet
Cause all we have and all we need is you and me