When the mountain touches the valley All the clouds are taught to fly As our souls will leave this land most peacefully Though our minds be filled with questions In our hearts we'll understand When the river meets the sea Like a flower that has blossomed In the dry and barren sand We are born and born again most gracefully Thus the winds of time will take us With a sure and steady hand When the river meets the sea Patience, my brother and patience, my son In that sweet and final hour Truth and justice will be done Like a baby when it is sleeping In its loving mother's arms What a newborn baby dreams is a mystery But his life will find a purpose And in time he'll understand When the river meets the sea When the river meets the almighty sea