In the beginning the land was stained
Parched by the sun, deserts, and plains
Then the creators of the land created rain
I was that barren, wasted land
I was too weak to stand
Then the creators of rain created you
High on a mountain, growing there
Land was plenty, trees were rare
Then the creators of the rain created air
I was that mountain, growing bare
My life was empty, nothing there
Then the creators of air created you
There would be no land, no sea
No plants, no trees, no life for me without you
Without you
Life had forgot the carrying of
Dreams that were lost, to fade above
Then the creators of rain created love
I was that dream that life had made
To search in endless hope and faith
Then the creators of love created you
Created you (created you)
Created you (created you)
For me
