Io Canto

The fog that settles in the morning
the stones of a hill path
the falcon that will soar
the first ray that will come
the snow that will melt running to the sea
the imprint of a head on the pillow
the slow and uncertain steps
of a child
the look of serenity
the hand that will reach out
the joy of those who will wait
for this and what will come
I sing
hands in pockets I sing
the voice in celebration I sing
the band in the lead I sing
I run in the wind
I sing
the whole life I sing
the spring I sing
my prayer I sing
for those who will listen
I want to sing
always sing
the smell of coffee in the kitchen
the house full of morning
and the elevator that doesn't work
the love for my city
the people who will smile
along the road
the branches intertwining in the sky
an old man walking all alone
the summer that will pass
the wheat that will ripen
the hand that will harvest it
for this and what will be
I sing
hands in pockets I sing
the voice in celebration I sing
the band in the lead I sing
I run in the wind I sing
the whole life I sing
the spring I sing
my prayer I sing
for those who will listen
I want to sing
always sing
sing...
I sing
hands in pockets and sing
the voice in celebration and sing
the band in the lead and sing
the whole life I sing...