Lyrics by Walt Whitman, Music by The Dream Brothers
The sun and the stars that float in the open air,
The apple-shaped earth and we upon it,
Surely, the drift of them is something grand
I do not know what it is, except that it is grand
And that it is happiness.
The light and shade, unspeakable joys and sorrows,
The wonder everyone sees in everyone else he sees,
And the wonder that fills each minute of time forever
What have you reckoned them for, Camerado?
Strange and hard, that paradox true I give:
Objects gross and the unseen soul are One.