Lyrics: The oak tree is always acorn-ing The rose is always rose-ing and the dawn is always dawning The moon is always silvering And the sun is golding And the question begins to exist because the answer's unfolding And I say, "Ah ... are we done? I've Contemplated Cultivated Meditated Prayed ...are we done?" And you say, "Ah...walk with me The rose is always rose-ing and the acorn is always the tree ." And you say, "Yes, but what about these wounds? They seem to need healing. And if the rose is always rose-ing then what is this sadness I'm feeling?" And you say, "Think about the tiny seed, in the darkness she grows. And just as you are always My Love, the seed is always the rose." And I say, "Ah...now I see. It was dark and I was voiceless, now I'm singing and now I see." And you say, "Ah... walk with me. The rose is always rose-ing and the acorn is always the tree." The ocean is always waving is she waving at me? And am I always breathing? Or are you always.... breathing me? The daisies are always dais-ing for days and days and days and days. And your Love is always Loving me in infinite lovely ways. And I say, "Ah ...now I see. It was dark and I was voiceless now I'm singing and now I see." "You see? Walk with me."