John Denver

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
Patience, my brother and patience, my son, in that sweet and final hour
truth and justice will be done
Like a baby when it is sleeping in its loving mother's arms
what a newborn baby dreams is a mystery
But his life will find a purpose and in time he'll understand
when the river meets the sea. When the river meets the almighty sea