Cosmic Concerto (Life Is People)

There are miracles,

In the strangest of places

There are miracles,

Everywhere you go

I see fathers,

Hold a little child's hand

I see mothers,

Holding a little child's hand

I see trees, trees,

Blowing in the wind

I see seeds,

Being sown by the wind

It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul

I see grandmas,

Blowing kisses into a pram

I see grandpas,

Scratching their head in amazement

It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul

It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul

Like my old dad said,

Life is people, life is people

In the space of a human face,

There's infinite variation

It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul

It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul

Like my old dad said,

Life is people, life is people

In the space of a human face,

There's infinite variation

Life is people, life is people, life is people

Life is people, life is people, life is people

Life is people

Life is people, life is people, life, life is people

Life is people, life is people