So tremble if you must For the dust is still breathing And the trees adjust just the leaves On a big breathing blow. And there's life in the rocks And the seashells are listening To the sound of the sea As it slips on it's way
So tremble if you must For the dust is still breathing And the trees adjust just the leaves On a big breathing blow. And there's life in the rocks And the seashells are listening To the sound of the sea As it slips on it's way