As the wind blows the trees limbs wild and freely br And the leaves dance on the ground so beautifully br My eyes wonder carelessly to the flower bed br A field covered in blues, violets, reds, and yellows br Such beauty that grows up from the pits of hell br Steady giving praise to the Lord from the heavens above br I look up into the clouds at the deep blue of the sky br And see the birds souring so brilliantly and free br I knew right then that this was the life for me br Where I can live in a place that has heaven on earth.