and raise up their voices to golden red skies
i'm holding onto the tree
and raise up their voices to golden red skies
i can see where they're coming from the tops of the trees
feel the heat of the sunshine
feel the cool of the breeze
i can't take any of this 'cause i do what i please
but i see your reflection and it's shining on me
laugh now and i'm laughing louder
are you gonna be there the day gonna rise?