Now if I have traveled with the wind
And seen some parts of the world
I would stop at warring cities to preach peace
Stand under the tree to watch leaves fall quietly
And there to hold hands that sink with pain
Bring every shelter I may find so that love may gain
On the faces of crying infants I will paint
Clowns that will on their faces smiles plant
I will sow seeds that will blossom into huge trees
Feed my song to them, tell about the greying skies
How the glaciers melt and the rivers flood,
How the earth quake while carbons burn
So if I ever travel with the wind
This will be my song, save the world!