The acorn carries an oak tree

Sleeping but for a little while

Winter lies in the arms of Spring

As a mother carries her child

And never knows

How wild the wind blows

A thought carries a universe

A seed carries a field of grain

Love lies in the arms of change

As a joy carries a pain

And no one knows

How wild the wind blows

How wild the wind blows

The acorn carries an oak tree

Sleeping but for a little while

Winter lies in the arms of Spring

As a mother carries her child

And never knows

How wild the wind blows

How wild the wind blows