Hear the water whistle in the creek It was made out of my jealousy And the tension made an overflow Caused the creek to spill into the cove So hear my worries, make it yours Make all my trouble beautiful So hear my worries, make it yours Make all my trouble beautiful See the plant is growing in the stream It was made out of a broken dream And the petals floating in the air Every little flower from a tear So hear my worries, make it yours Make all my trouble beautiful So hear my worries, make it yours Make all my trouble beautiful Feel the sand under your naked foot At the time I felt misunderstood Every prayer is a single grain In a desert made out of my pain So hear my worries, make it yours Make all my trouble beautiful So hear my trouble, make it yours Make all my trouble beautiful