when the mountain touches the valley

when the mountain touches the valley, all the clouds are taught to fly
as our souls will leave this land most peacefully
though our minds be filled with questions, in our hearts we'll understand
when the river meets the sea

like a flower that has blossomed in the dry and barren sand,
we are born and born again most gracefully
thus the winds of time will take us with a sure and steady hand
when the river meets the sea