Текст песни Old Words, New Times - Jhameel

I heard news of children gathering
Interlacing fingertips
They hunger for a new tradition
Underneath the shade of peace
And sounds of joy and people growing
Feed this mass that comes together
To sing the words of our dead forefathers
For the seed of a lovely future
I heard news of children sharing
Land and wisdom though the earth is
Dying they enrich her body
For the ground we tread is holy
And through care and patience they will
Heal the open wounds of nature
And sing the words of all living creatures
For the seed of a lovely future
Come together
Love one another