There are so many stories I still want to tell
There are so many I love yous left unsaid...

A little old man of the sea
Went out in a boat for a sail...

Here we go swinging
To the treetop...

Let me but do my work from day to day.
In field or forest, at the desk or loom...

A place with trees and hills to climb
When Nature calls to him...

When morning sun wakes you and me,
The little birds wake in the tree...

Beneath the waters
Green and cool...

The man in the moon,
As he sails in the sky...

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you...

The rain came down so very quick.
I soon was wet as water...

Hurt no living thing;
Ladybird, nor butterfly...

I know a little angel once
With half a dollar to spend...