The flowers of the field are crying' to be heard The trees of the forest are singing

And all of the mountains with one voice Are joining the chorus of this world

And I will not be silent I will not be quiet anymore Running through the forest dive into the lake

Bare feet on beaches white, Standing in the canyon Painted hills around and the wind against my skin

Every ocean, every sea, every river, every stream Every mountain, Every tree,

every blade of grass will sing Make a joyful noise to the Lord all the earth