I want to be where the music comes from, Where the clock stops, where it?s now.  I want to be with the friends around me,  Who have found me, who show me how.  I want to sing to the early morning,  See the sunlight melt the snow.  And oh, I want to grow.
I want to wake to the living spirit  Here inside me where it lies.  I want to listen till I can hear it,  Let it guide me, and realize  That I can go with the flow unending,  That is blending, that is real,  And oh, I want to feel. 
I want to walk in the earthly garden,  Far from cities, far from fear.  I want to talk to the growing garden,  To the devas, to the deer,  And to be one with the river flowing,  Breezes blowing, sky above,  And oh, I want love.