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
