Olhando o Céu

Looking at the sky, immense blue
Coming from the south I see passing
Pilgrim floating clouds
Playing, perhaps

Coming from beyond, by the seaside
I see waves breaking
And in a veil of sparkling foam
They come to kiss my feet

Time, earth, sea, and skies
Will slowly pass
But the words of the Lord
Will never fade away

And looking at the sky from somewhere
I think of that day
When on floating clouds
My Jesus will return