Their spirits soar on high   They wing with birds that float on by   Your love and mine    Their spirits with the breeze   That gently plays the summer leaves   Your love and mine       Life is a bird in the sky   Life is the breeze blowing by   Time picked the words   Time picked the songs   But we sang them wrong       Their spirits with the rain   That feeds the wheat and weeds the same   Your love and mine         The sun their spirits light   That feels and warms both black and white   Your love and mine       Life is the rain from on high   Life is the sun in the sky   Time picked the words   Time picked the songs   We were the choir   But we sang them wrong       Their spirits bless the cruel   The intellectual, the fool   Your love and mine       Their spirits point the way   But who has noticed, who will say   Your love or mine?       Life is a soft lullaby   Soothing a child as it cries   But it cries in pain   Time wrote the songs   We hear the cry   And still we sing wrong